Lyrics:
It is what it is fuck it imma let it be
In the hotel room stealing all Amenities
Knock the bitch after we fuck she won't remember me
Pack so loud I
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
after alice in her wonderland
Wondered in the room and she was with another man shortly
After she said eat this and drink that
Next thing I knew my head
took shrooms
And I think I seen your bitch in Quavo's room
Yes, you did
Animal yeah we takin' off to the moon
YRN the Album coming soon
Can a nigga
what I won’t, ya and that’s the goat
So much potential, lost in the gloat
I perceived as honesty to the average joe
It’s entertainment, there’s no room
Givenchy T, either the ape or the rottweiler
Crown Fried, whole dinner cost me like five dollars
In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album
of no snitching
Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur
I be diminished
By the metaphor, in the following sentence
I told you I does it a dozen times
nah nah)
So lean back like Fat Joe said it
Lean back lean back
Oh what you waiting for (For)
Stay back 6ft or more (More)
Look at that
Signs are even
a whole lot of folks
Fill up that room it ain't gon be a joke
Sipping some wok, I ain't sipping no Joe
Hit up that shoddy then watch her leave out the door
by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck
Gangsta ass nigga by side and the ratchet gotta full clip
everytime we riding in the hood wit it
I just sit back and be cute
While you sending him all of yo
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
coat - Fat Joe
Farrakhan - Nation, mad soul - Haitian
A title, for this joint? Word Association
{*7L scratching*}
"Listen up as I take out the rhyme
alone with the voices
and haunted by choices that repay
the empty room
inquiring sea
not a single soul will come in aid
impending doom
just leave him be
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
for gold
I'm on the come up, with fire in tow
Black out the shades, to block out a ho
I ain't no average joe (No)
Don't do the Act but you know I
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in
quote
On the first few albums
That "that present day composer
Refuses to die, " by putting his name on the
Albums, I led a lot of people
In the direction
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
outside
Flushed with drink
A fat joint in my mouth
It's just a trick
I stroll in to get down down down down down down
I pull up outside
Flushed with drink
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
bar room, down on the corner by the square,
They were serving drinks as usual and the usual crowd was there.
To my left stood Joe McKennedy, his eyes
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