Lyrics:
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
he dirty
I'm making this art til I'm well over thirty
Or forty, you buying that clout get aborted
You niggas unworthy of being awarded
For anything
the right song
Let's shoot this movie and put the shit on repeat
I hope this Mary's not making you fall asleep
Before we hit the road, put our phones
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Oooh
That bass kicks
Just like when paranoia hit
Only one person in the room like it when I spit
Talking bout #1
Maybe more
But I'm not yet arrogant
cold like Gretzky (Cold, cold)
Notice that they out of juice
My altitude well calculated out the roof
We just hit the button now recluse
Falcon smooth
frantic, study semantics
Or better yet, study this Arachnamantics
On the contrary this is legendary, very well
Say your Hail Mary's cuz I'm scary when I'm
the Landlord album, Giggs'
Fire, all-round fire
Hold tight Giggs, the real vibe supplier
London's changed a bit, but I can still hit the booth
Start spraying
Mike when I'm under attack
Album's here, can you smell that cooking?
Man wanna chat 'bout the proof's in the pudding
Tell me to shut up, we'll both
gutta so you know just what you dealin' with
Highly belligerent
But that's way before the liquor hits
Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
That these five points are historically invalid
Well because the evidence is so overwhelming
Sittin' by myself in the bedroom
Switching on the feds call
to that player sh*t well lemme turn you on babe
But don't get too comfortable on these flights
Look, I got five on it
I been smoking weed and rolling up
registration
"WHERE THE FUCK" do I work
"WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation
Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now
this friend Fin and
Fin had a hookup with somebody who would buy us Jim
He would hit the Mary J, so I turned ‘n’ said to him
Let me get a couple of them
They finally let the dish and the pan
Hit us all with some cash
Let me get to Virginia, link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin' they ass
Now they callin'
my pikin
Smile well this is my first Ep like a short album with for track
And funny enough this our conversation will make it hmm this conversation
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
Interstellar
This from my therapist
You ain't aware of this
Well it's my heritage
Embarrassed by your meritage
All the scary shit
Well i'm
naive back then, was full of dreams back then
Makes me think back when, I felt ambition hit
Crazy how shit changes prolly vanished with my innocence
But
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
hard
Sometimes it isn't fun
But if this album tanks, well your career could be done
If you ain't ready tell us now, never said that it was easy
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
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