Lyrics:
Every time & I love it
Oooh
Ooohooh
I'm the type to riding my brothers, Imma slide for my brothers
I put in work every time for my brothers
Do it
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
when I step in the booth
Niggas know I pour my soul
Out for the struggling youth
For that fatherless son who needed love
So he ran with a crew
Grew up
was truly grand. But it wasnt just its sheer size that made it amazing. Rose stood in front of the very first room on the third floor.
Oh my...its all
the rap myself, did the track myself
Went in the booth produced that myself
I did the bass, did the claps myself
Did the drums snares and the high hats
gave to the trap
It's about time that I held my trophy
Jumped in the booth and spoke the truth
When Slikz on the Mike then the room gets Smokey
Ima ride for my brother (Slide)
Live by the code i might die for my brother (Die)
Take the stand and straight up lie for my brother (Lie)
Kill
night was Plush but we moved to Fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool
Friday night at Kaya, they still got love (they what?)
And the Shark
in the booth then you know that the mic hot
If I'm in a cyph, who could tell what I might drop?
My context complex
I'm just playing god in
homes , from one piece of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, watching my brother die.
i grew up in a hotel room ,
watching my mother bring home left over
the shame, didn't use your real name
Booked a hotel room, suite paid until June
Get home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood
But then the game got stale
the pups
Seeing hella jealousy, I swear it's tearin' me up
Brothers tell me that they love me, but that's barely enough
I was out there trappin' I was
his name was Ned (Let's go)
Trust that I lost, and I found it in my sister Des (Shout out to you Des)
In a room with love knowing that I don't belong
to do
Junkie for the yo I started sleeping in the booth
Still gone talk my shit I don't need no auto tune
Bedroom vibes trapped inside my room
Writing
trade in everything I got, even for one shot
My brother put the snow up in the Pyrex bowl
Friends fall by the wayside but the money can't fold
Making
didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on Scottsdale Inn by Jay's
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad
to the moon, Rest In Peace to the Rocket
That's all I'm gonna be yellin' when you see us on 'em tours
L.O.Y.c.L.T.Y, New Money, Blocc Brothers merch all in your
two-fives by the livers
The fifth's is inconspicuous
Bad Boy slipped in '95? Ridiculous
(Hahaha, that's right)
My rap lines is like land mines (Uh)
One step,
back in the booth
While I was taking some time
Mind was focused on business
But now I’m back for the grind
And man it’s time to replenish
So many
And I'm the hardest in the booth
Rapping by pain
And brother, I'm a nigga
And damn well it ain't been the same
Cause I'm the chosen one
I'm the chosen one
I wanna hit line drives
Wanna lose weight?
For you
Hey, what's up doc?
Now I was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
You was holding
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