Lyrics:
yeah eyy eyy eyy eyy eyy eyy eyy
If I do the crime I do the time for the Record
I know that most you n***** be lying For the record
I then came from
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
biggedy-bangs the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX (yeah)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, nah I
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
Leave the bottles on the back porch for the milkman
I keep hearing about the good old days
I just want a piece of land that can't be stolen by Uncle Sam
yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm disgusted (yeah)
She said she in love
But it's nothing we discussed yet (nope)
Says she love my hair
of accomplishing those particular dreams
And I wanna share something with you
That has changed my life
(tomo)
Yeah (yeah)
I gotta manifest
I gotta get the checks
I
Yo, you listenin' to Ryda Radio, bitch!
Tune this in! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all bitches! Rydas!
I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete
Golden
A.I.A we want it
Look it how the bar we set it
No room for edit
Y’all better call the medics
Want all the credit
Giving y’all my all to get it
yeah
Woke up at 8 in the mornin' today "woke up"
Thinkin' about how to fill up my plate "wooh"
Thinkin' about how to make you some plates "plates"
I
It's yo' uncle, Snoop D O Double G, banging down yo' do' with my nephew Timbo! (Yeah!)
You know how we be! I, indo, oh wee, something brand new, y'know
won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know nigga
Only young nigga do it better than the old niggas
Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
colder cause niggas be jealous
This real as it get aint no filter or edit
I wouldn't even be in the stu if it wasn't for Des an Yung Dolla
Im givin them
love ambition, men who got a vision, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
Lucky that I'm driven, never superstitious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take my time when
Oh yeah that's my gang
Day ones ain't no lames
No we don't hit stains
But we don't play games
We just pave the way
To see them better days
Gettin'
Ooh
Swerve to the left
Swerve to the right
Ah?
Buzzin' Hunnids on the street
homies by my side
Swerve (yeah)
Swerve (yeah)
Swerve (yeah)
Swerve
Turn your life right into an edit that shit an interlude
All the trauma drama and heartbreaks that we all been through
I been playin like the 1 no I
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.
Whoa I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
don't get to control me
You're not the boss of me motherfucker
Oh oh god yeah ha ha ha oh god
Yo my name is Barry and I'm here to talk about
Mah Mac Mini
of yes
I got my speech already in my head
Then I'll say, then I'll say, yeah, I'll say
Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar
Thank
keep up with us yeah
Don't fuck with your uncle ruckus yeah
You're oversaturated Demarcus yeah
Rap game sounding redundant
Surrounded by phones shit is
If our love is trapped in all ways
I know that things been rough
But when you're by my side
It's more than enough, yeah
For us to make it through
nommas
Yeah, you did that shit and people buy that shit
Fuck this, I'm leaving the doors in this
I'm not even going to edit the doors out
Fuck this, you
like Uncle Sam
In LA everyday, like I play for the Rams
Yeah, I'm on shit (go)
I was taking trips to LA, tryna hit (hit)
That money getting spent (okay,
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