Lyrics:
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
88.5 Chicago. Yeah.
I shoot the gift on the radio station
88.5 WHPK was the only station that would fuck with rap
88.5 Chicago. On the radio
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like
uMash ubiza ama drummy, Aye
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Nou medie yao ebatla hong tshwara di tedu
Yeah
I'm tired of niggas who talk on the phone
Kim K
I didn't get put on by radio
Come up organic like paleo
Putting work in like it's daily though
I just ascend like arpeggios
I only wear my own
try to come up over us, the radio even help em' at it
But why'all ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I'ma keep on hurting you boys,
Maniac, m-m-Maniac, Maniac serious
J-m-e hold tight all the guys
That ain't waiting around
Ain't wasting no time, yeah
Hold tight Leroy, yeah
fill the first time
Oh I get it, trying to charm us with a third time
But Shangri-La awaited by that water tower
Cycle Power tripping on this course for
a man"/
Like "Why aren't you famous yet? or got on the radio yet?
Why aren't you making them cheques? Playing the stadium yet?"
Like I haven't tried, yeah
Lombardi Trophy Back to Lambeau field Yeah!
Bart star!
One of the greatest by far
To ever play it before
Cause back then quarterbacks
Really went to war
up, out on a nigga, get him outta here
We hit him by his head
Prosecutor know my whole name (Damn)
Duckin' them bitches, tryna get wit ’em
Yeah, I gotta
97 (facts)
Appreciate all the opportunities that he gave me (I do)
Every Thursday night on the radio he'll play me (word)
Niggas is on Instagram
Never touch a black man radio
And what I mean by that
Is that I see right past your bullshit trying to play me ho
Oh. Call me in the middle
feelin' that bruh
I ain't with religious rap, bruh
Some sayin' it is devil rap
Illuminati-on-another-level rap
Fell flat from heaven went to hell
(Slowed and Throwed)
Man, I wonder if they'll play this on the radio and that's deep
We Embrace Every Day by
Smoking Sweets and getting blazed
Down in
OF THE SHOULDER
STOP ON BY JUST PULL ON OVER
TIL THE TOW TRUCK SHOWS UP
WE’LL BE GETTING TORE UP, GETTING TORE UP
AT THE BROKE DOWN BEER TRUCK
YEAH, SOME COPS
cold
In the game by the 4th by the loophole
And the girls all love how my crew roll
Oh boy na you know how you
Boys dey play the game
Cos she said like
Intro: WC
Yeah, ain't nothing changed, know what I'm saying?
Still the same old same old, W.C. still in effect
Yo, break it down Jinx
Verse One: WC
goodbye
Like it’s adios
But my radio
Turn me to a diablo
We all claim we’re in Hell
Yet they all below
I switch flows
Like switches
She Lilo
My stitches
Mindz
(AM)
The hell with my 9-5 I'll leave it all behind (Yeah)
I'mma get it how I want to
Dedicated to the fuck you attitude (Attitude)
I've been bussin
total
Got my ex bitch whipped so hell yeah I'm mobile
Cruising through West Mass, Greenfield to Amherst
I gotta get back
Cruising through West Mass, dark
Ladies and gentlemen
Right Now
I want you to turn up
Your mother fucking radios
'Cause you're about to witness
A phenomenon
Like you've never heard
graveyard
Six feet underground (Let's go)
I'm ostracized and traumatized by everything
I'm not alright, I'm lost inside, and anything
I say, you better
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