Lyrics:
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
a stripper ooo
She got too attached by I can't cuff you boo
I'm the life of the party you just a party pooper
Now I'm the man better watch your girl I think
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
spazzin' on my album, got me feelin' like what's next
Supercharged in V8 mode and slap it in the C8 Vette
Poppin' out outside because I know my brodie keep
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit
the opp is inside you
I’ma go get it I grind
I get it all when I get out my mind
Build a bond with myself just to get out this bind
Hit the clock with my
now
Looking for the truth? You found a nigga
Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it?
Thought I was just like you 'til I
Yeah yeah
Uh
Yeah
Sitting on top of albums of shit
You know
Hit me in the AM
You can catch me in a Brougham
Just sipping what I can
Hit me in the AM
I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
through the first ten seconds and you still ain’t hit that skip button
I appreciate you for that
If I’m fortunate enough to have you stick around for
oven
I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit
The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen
Take a big piece of chalk
Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your
Who done left their kid behind and sent a check
Cause they can't bother, real shit
I was raised by my brother and my mother
I'm unique, every problem
they swappin'
It's sloppy, it's slimy (slimy)
It's ratchet, it's grimey (ooh)
I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
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