Lyrics:
to find a woman when you' talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
goin' on mate
I wasn't doing that to take the piss by the way
I was genuinely like, trying to emulate his voice
Erm
Yeah man
Err, fuckin' call me back I
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
Come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed or Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh,
thugging by my lonely
I ain't hanging out
You my dawg
Then hold it down when I'm not around
Need to know my people straight when I'm out of town
Street smart
I've been paying attention to what's going on out there man I've been watching you niggas stealing my
Ways and shit and it's getting out of control
keep some bad bitches 'round me
What up Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch
why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
So stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention
was there for you during ya cancer
Dancing close to the steps
Of heaven
Momma was helping
Two-stepping
All the demons
You turn your back on her
Like she
on by
I'll be like this some nice pie you made
I thought you wanted me over so we could conversate
Bout how I made an album at the age of 18
Got some
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
did rap
I was styling on you niggaz
Now I dont know the reason
I been waiting for forever
To drop the first album
I was dying for the cheddar
You wont
ParkinglotGhost
A lot of time rolling by I can't stop it (no)
Made an album way back in March but I ain't drop it
Thought you was on my side
But you
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
(Have you ever been to London?)
(Go Grizz')
Bounce back (bounce back)
Take a loss, nigga, get it right back (right back)
Look, she get tossed
Go back home, you seem to be lost
If you stay I promise you, you gonna rot
Still wanna stay? You've been warned
This place finna sting you like
get a refund, I think that they played you
You album was whack huh, it's still on the rack huh
Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh
a time that go by when I won't drunk
I wanna come back to basics and just play around with trust
I would drop a album every five seconds if I had none
I
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
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