Lyrics:
the whole beast coast
Coming for your skull
The karma gone catch up
The album sales won't
Just one up my collar gon' show
Hollaback when you get sixty
Stacks
through life so I put it in a song
You tell me that I can't sing so I'm proving you wrong
Up till 3 A.M. each night but it never feels too long
Each night,
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)
A'int shit changed but the loot
forgettable
If you slept on me that's very regrettable
Fuck is the rhetoric?
Raps like pussy, I will never go celibate
Raps like pussy, when I touch it I'm
climbed all those spanish steps, you've heard of them no doubt
But rome has lost it's glory, I don't know what it's about
I wish you were here
(when
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
(Hey hey)
This is a warning to those of you
Who have and have not
Heard my music before
(Love and no trust)
In this album I describe the way I feel
to say peace, walked away, felt a little better
Some never knew easy ways to avoid errors
Sentimental, awful feelings, facts are not an opinion
Heard
the bottle
Pro-black I don't pick cotton out a aspirin bottle
Yeah I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin'
Witnessin' you rockin' with narcs
till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
a murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would
Two in their ass and one in their head
And bitch I ain't stopping 'till
I get this bread
I know that you heard me but do as I said
I'd rather be than
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
'Babe, that's what I thought'
I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up
on a killing spree
I heard yo' album flopped
But my albums started to pop
And my album ran out of stock
I said I been at the top
Everyday collecting guap
Hop in
title
Do you think you're misunderstood in
That aspect? Do you
Think people just take things the wrong way?
They just never heard it before they
Never
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will
Maybach Music
Pray for the days when the failure was a phase
Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never
about that Velvet's first album
I mean I did the cover
I was the producer
and I always see it repackaged
and I've never gotten a penny from it
How
about that Velvet's first album
I mean I did the cover
I was the producer
and I always see it repackaged
and I've never gotten a penny from it
How
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