Lyrics:
that you in the game right now
Okay so I think people
Who are young artists
And people that also make independent music
Um I feel they definitely would
She like where is my bag?
Oh that leather one next to the trash?
That's the one right? Made out of cow, I think?
Uhh why are there no Ubers in this
out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people
Where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all
Ain't knowing
the sky, yeah
200 degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
I'm having
the people listening don’t know what I am saying
They like “this guy Landon over here really thinks he’s famous”
Haha. y’all don’t know me, but that’s a fair
They be flodging
They just make shit up, they just lying
But you love it, huh
I think I just pulled up in my Lambo truck
I think I just pulled up in
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
video sucked, huh, you sad?
I came from nothing that's why I'm so good
Edge of Dallas is where I stood
I just wish that you understood
You're music is
a stubble
And it's sad to see you act like you ain't just crumbled
Call us trash like you ain't that, don't mean to pop your bubble
I think your head is
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You
to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they want to strip me naked, but
You
Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
They're long streams of pure poetry, formed by as many searchable keywords as possible
This is where the work transcends
Every
because they didn't like
What he did but whatever you think of him
He definitely developed his own
Style: He didn't
Sound like anyone who came before him
'm the only one for you
Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?
You think that's bad? You should hear
'm the only one for you
Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?
You think that's bad? You should hear
'm the only one for you
Damn, girl, I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?
You think that's bad? You should hear
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
up
I always thought to myself, "Damn, why they fucked it up?"
But never the less, I was in love with the microphone
And it stayed that way until I
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm gonna do is whatever I is (A-R)
Everyday I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted
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