Lyrics:
a little appeal
If you feel it, and drill it, and destroy the game
It won't be a fight
Cause the other person has to be alive
I told you in the last album
number one out of ten
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying about a sample
I'd rather be loved by
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
it's only hell that I raise
Feel like Super-Man
The way you melt by my eye rays
They don't see how
I took control using my ways
Think I drew blood with
artist in this beautiful hotel
Where knives and forks are flying as hell
Above my head
Next to my ears
Couple of knives hitting me
Surrounded suddenly by
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
shit all up out that basement
Look I did it by myself, never needed help
Told them once I do this shit they all can go to hell
Man y'all never helped me
the bell out
Ding ding ding
You better get out
If you don't wanna feel that
St-st-st-sting
When I let this hell out
So many out to sell out
Saved by
Its like
Im drifting on by and half the time I don't even fucken know why
I Keep myself distracted going keeping with the practice
Seeking more then
I don't have it all figured out
I've been taking it day by day
I tell myself get out the way
I'm gonna let You handle it
Somehow You been working it
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
acknowledge it
I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet
Doin' everythin' I could to try be who they be
'Til a couple albums back, when I was
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to tell
I ain't feel your albums like I swam in Orajel
XL an artist you can't control
Have
me get pointed that damn it you
You can hide, you get it if you want to, I do karate moves
But the crush and tigers just might get broken down by
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
through it, right
And, I'll never forget it I had like eight rhyme books--he'll tell you, he'll tell you man
I just, I went through them motherfuckers I
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