Lyrics:
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
you just do whatever pays
Then you turn around and hate, get the fuck out of my face
I've been working (I've been working!) for the past 300 days
My
it's occasionally
But really it's every day ish
Ain't no easy way to say it
A lot of Harvey Dents out here
Too many people with more than a few faces
self-created prison
Smooth sailing over these beats as you listen
I'm on a mission to live my life and face the consequences of my decisions
Smooth sailing, yeah
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
From the album fairytale
Circus of Sour,
Holds shows every hour,
The lion is eating the bars, hey the bars.
I was erected,
The poor man is expected
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
From the album catch the wind
Josie, I won't fail ya,
I won't fail you, have no fear.
Josie, I won't fail ya,
Give me one more chance, the day is
sometimes
And then I realize
That You're by my side
When I started the last album I just wanted to rap
But it became daunting in fact when I got lost in track
friends of all races
I ain't care if they was white, black, Latino, or Asian
Always judged by they heart, never judged by they faces
Can't say the same
underestimated me
You figured it out by now
Didn't you
Didn't you
Didn't you
Nobody got a summer album like mine
Your just another same like the other
You
my arms, give you a long hug
Please send this to them, let them know that they're still loved
I just can't forget the face of someone that was my last
take a trip up north i rather take ur life i ain't trying take a loss if i got get it gotta tale it by force
ahh yeah this is our year forget last year
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
I used to say, fuck a name brand
But now they recognize me like I got a name tag
Had to look up in the mirror just to face facts
It seem like
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
Woke up in the morning
Sun shines through my window
Singing to me all day
I don't see too many soaring through my sky
Father God is right there by my
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