Lyrics:
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-are-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is
as we get of here tardy
They're devils in disguise
They sleep when you die
Twisted by their lies
Are roses, thorns & a mime
They think I'm strong to fly
mother fuckers talk so much
And I don't even know who the fuck you are so clearly
All you are is some jealous prick 'cause my music's better than your is
could say, was "Oh"
And she says "now there is somethin' else
That I really think you should know
You can have unlimited refills
For just a quarter more"
die
Those who choose to leave me behind
Are confused cause they don't hear me cry, rather ya ears
Is ready or not, I know you can hear me now like
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
can’t and that is why it is so important to focus on what we can do to prevent it
But maybe we can’t and it’s awful, unlawful how they all be acting, we
my singles came out, y'all scared of what I'm bout to do
We like Mesa Bomber 5, it's coming out of the blue
The way I murder this flow you'd think my
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
Still they sendin me these bottles of bub
Ya not see it
But I will open the minds of thugs
Ya not see it
Who you think really bring in the drugs
Ya not
stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker emcee had a response?
You think we care? I know that
They are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In
My dreams are something I can't stop chasing
No matter how much time you think I'm wasting and I'm never debating
Hating on all the time thinking that
that I am best and
Muscle bound rhymes that's why I'm flexin
Um de dumb de dumb dumb di
When I walk by girls cry cause I'm fly
Dang digi dang de dang
being a passivist
They play Nebsy when they practicing
To beat that you gotta be fucking great
Let's get this fucking straight
I think you got a little
they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
The last thing I'll say is that I don't love all of the album, I think it's too much beeps and bops. I think that, I think just like, what like, what
everybody is familiar with the stepping game
Yeah from the love land album
Uh-huh but y'all know I had to go and do a remix
And put it on the Chocolate
the morning, read the newspapers and they
would tell you england is in war with france?
John: i'd die of fright.
Yoko: i don't think that should happen.
You
obedient servant
O.G."
Christine (whatever next?)
It's all a ploy to help Christine (this is insane)
I know who sent this, the Vicomte, her lover
the head is heavy
And this album full shit that I done said already
My heart cold and all my niggas standing ready
And my life is far from bland and steady
haven't talked to Joey
In a while, to be honest
That's how different we are it's
Not because I don't
Love him and I don't miss him
And it is painful we
Talk
nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call
cause
Life is what you make it, we all livin’ in a dream
I got,
T H R triple E Y E
Layering the message just to help you see
Remember who you are
Be
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