Lyrics:
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
knew it was over wasn't taking it serious
Funny cause the one thing we needed is what we actually feared
I told the truth from the begin, Hold it down
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
out of the park
Where we at
This album will become platinum
So much cheese
And then it will go on diamond
Pretty please
Rolley rolley rolley Rolex
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
hold another job I mean it
To say I do the most
Is to really say the most
This is just how I am
This is just all I know
I be down on Collins
I see em
new chick, the wildest
Got good brain, no college
We stuntin' on Collins
Her top down, my top down
Back then they over looked me
Young n***a
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
Bitch I'm all in
Where have you been
I got a poker game down in Berlin
How do I begin
I'm gonna win
So much profit you call it a sin
Here comes
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Haha, OJ
Maestro
See, the worst life can ever do to you is k'onma wa e lo
Destination-missing-purpose, k'onma da e lo
You wake everyday but all you
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
a pushed a wraith
Riding down on Collins manifest it till it happen I see dem racks pilling
Feel like I can change the world from my voice nigga
Say all
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
Raye Rihanna I been pimpin since been pimpin til them women became woman
Now I'm like whoa man on my grown man and we own land by the ocean
Baby I'm
no more
I got my boots I kick until I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
On the road riding to the beach
She whip the Maserati, no lease
Young boss nigga, Big Meech
Whole squad eating it’s a feast
I’m going down
Kendall
to hold 'me down
They ask if I'm ever gon' stop
No
I go straight to the top
Pressin' the gas in the Porsche I might crash it
But wake up and act like I
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