Lyrics:
to myself
Yeah I'm sipping on a drink
We gon' smoke it to the clouds
And just pray for the best
I can't keep doing tunes
I'm thinking about all the things
the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
the best way I know how to get off my chest
I was just a disappointed fan, it's nothin' more or less
But now I'm over that, he's got all my respect
If he
[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
I'ma get by
Hit 'em with the Tek Nine
Better quit lying
Best not disrespect mine
Cause I got it
Said, Lil bitch I got it
Straight to the grave, I gun
it to me
Stop
I wanna go to the RR Diner
Get myself a coffee and a piece of pie
RIP to Julee Cruise
She had the best voice that made me fly
Don't let
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
enjoy the concert, I've got it from here"
And I said, "Don't worry about this, Debbie will shake it off, now let's get the fuck out of here"
We got in
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
(Hey)
Let's go rest more get slowed
I'm like F hoes they mentored I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catching
(Hey)
Let's go rest more get slowed
I'm like 'f hoes they mentored I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catching
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
mention on this album
Never forget that
It’s one love
My blood
Thicker Than Water
Let me give one to the fam
Made me who I am today
They paved the way for
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best
Get paid
thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u
fun
Gettin detentions for rapping bout guns
But it don’t get to me, fuck all them cunts
Gotta stay relevant through publicity stunts
Gotta get the album
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
make quick
Cash get the fuck out my way
Time is money, money is power real
But its crazy shit my friend
We set the bar high
A code that i roll by
Dont
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every
music's best
I cruise for the press like
Who's gonna make an album this good?
Daddy, yes
He's the best and it's two six now
Still no one's testin', most
fucking mission
That's the difference, between the person that you know you're living
And a really dope motherfucker that is what i'm dishin, get it?
I
I said I'm the best and I'm dope as hell
When they mention my name and it ring a bell
Moving like units in prison cells
Discovered the best of my
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