Lyrics:
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
In a GOLF snapback but that hat there is not from Calloway
I got more drive in me than a yellow cab
I've been feeling fabulous, even waist deep in
But I won't let myself get haunted by the devil in a new dress
If all you do is shit on people
Then you get constipation
After the abolition comes
Hi..... This is naimle$$,
I'd like to give my thanks, for all who have tooken the time to listen to my album, I truly hope that during your listen
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
supposed to win, guest lists, V.I.P.
Backstage passes when we rollin' in
This the all skool, we encompass it all
I teach MC and production is taught by
they took the blame
Then who would really owe us
Truth is I don't know it
But I be thinking so forward
I find the need to explore it
There's no need
with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
that fat nigga my game is all
a phase
But it’s terrifying
I swear the time is tearing by
I’m wary, I’m falling off of the pace
And I’ll never be quite as young
As I am at this very
Born local grown global
Next office finna be oval
Cause I'm training all day
Buckets by night
Spotlight Like
Jimmy and Herro la passano e tiro
Says
you win they surprised cause the money is divine ooh
Gonna make a lotta money
Give it all to you
There's nothing else I could
Gonna make a lotta money
namin' names again (what?)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
Play like you don't know L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
1st verse
Sorry, yawl, I’m not Cardi B
Or whoever else you came to see
I’m Ally Vyne the only me
With a dash of Freddie & Dixie Lee
But copying
Teaching other people's kids
There's more to life than TV meals
There's relationships, compassion
There is art and there is song
There is truth and nature's
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail
Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is
serving life and suicide is flirting
Made so many promises many, many promises
I'm in a different war, fighting trauma
Mentally, I'm all out going all out,
out
All them niggas do is stare
Pop out in that ally
We gone blow him their
We the richest
Tryna bully niggas
You get killed for tryna take it there
to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama
I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas
They wanna talk down
I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
That shit is takin' me back
Word 'em up, word 'em up
Ayo, how many people ready for this
there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh?
Want to pack can't handle
some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe
the law and the act,
And all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
The bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
Woke up in a cold sweat
Difference is, I'm so blessed
This year I feel no stress
Previous year was hopeless
Life felt like a Soap Op
Had
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