Lyrics:
And first up is Professor Doppelganger
A man who needs no introduction here he is with
"The Key To The Mind"
By no means am I Einstein I didn't go to Ivy
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
people the truth.
It's time to tell them the revelation of my second coming
Have them understand, relate?
Now ride me baby.
Baby,
I love you,
Fool,
You making no money you flipping a zip
I'm getting money I'm flipping a script
This not a game you see how I live due on third made back by the 5th
was riding down the road
Took couple seconds
Took a look at my phone
Then I saw yo face
Even for a second I didn’t feel all alone
So I bowed my
capture
From the temples to the ghettos
Slums get them enraptured
I'm a Trail blazer i'm a Hell raiser
I'm already major i don't need no favors
I got 7
everything
Cash rules everything
Around me
Keep that same energy
Look
Aye
Wu-Tang want the money
Blue face big hunnits
As the old saying go ice cream man got
Damn, I can't get a night off or what
Briefcase full of guns and a ski mask
Sweepstakes, you won, drugs in a face mask
Lights out, three seconds
Timeless Effect
Cooking in the Stu yeah I’m chillin with the bros (yo)
Only make boppers got these hoes up on they toes (yeah)
I could make it seven
kicks
Cause you ain't got these
New outfit 7 days of the week
What I'm putting on isn't cheap
You ain't never seen nobody
Do it how I do it
Your big
B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
reebok sportin'
Expedition corner spender
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter,
for you
With my second chance
I'll pick you up at a half past seven
Oh yeah, we're going out for a dance
Yeah, I'll pick you up at a half past seven
Oh
you work harder or less
(Young Chris)
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when
feel good in here
[Havoc:] Yeah!
[Verse 1:]
Second time around I'ma let the magic shoot
This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah
I'm a general
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
to diss me
I popped in the rip of my indo
Every 20 seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps
Checkin my herb for a branch
my number~~
(Verse 1)
Gotta helluva grind
Where I come from that mean you put in work
If time is money wuz every second worth
Show up and show out
It's like back in high school
Except that I'm cool
I've got the really big house with the really big pool
So just have a seat by me and have a little
london
Jack The Ripper
Shawty looking prostitute she out here
Being a stripper
Bitches getting murdered you been warned
I'm never getting caught
Wanted by
Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
got the Brains
Big dog shit I should call myself Roman reigns
Sit by myself in my humble abode
Accepting that this is just the life I know
Yeah I should
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