Lyrics:
spirals but
Every turn a new blank sheet of paper
My blank canvas
To escape havocs what I pen outta passion
Or is it madness?
Or is it madness?
Is it
The Ambassador
A member from the Cross Movement
On how they rapped for the Lord
We work with kids with a promise
At Mount Lawn Camp
He showed Christology in
showed me
Was The Ambassador
A member from the Cross Movement
On how they rapped for the Lord
We work with kids with a promise
At Mount Lawn Camp
He
Survival Of The Fittest I'm The Prophecy
Cant See No One Get In The Way Of 30
Block Speaking Honestly
Every time I Hear Y'all Rap
I Just Start
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
lying man that shit's crap
OK, Teyana got a fat ass
But she won't let nobody in the clique tap
And there ain't gon' be no new Yeezy album
'Cause he in
she won't let nobody in the clique tap
And there ain't gon' be no new Yeezy album
Cause he in the the trunk with his
Mouth taped and his wrists wrapped
a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical
You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
Ayo kid you gots to be kidding
Allah said it's
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
on the moon in a new tux
I got a crew, I cant spare a minute today
I'm not breaking bread with no one who ain't named Vinnii A
I got albums in my pocket and my
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
the same, I'm on my block every day
So how the fuck could I be Hollywood?
I spend most of my days
Tryna figure out who loves me for me or for the fame
times, even though I knew I couldn't afford it, I no longer shared in the office gossip. There wasn't much to talk about. They couldn't relate to my new
neu zu booten
Ich bring den Sound aus 'em Ghetto für 90 Minuten yeah
Ich bin ein new Kid on the block ihr seid
Alle zu Shit für den job guck her
Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya
over the kid
I’m fighting these demons
Lotta nights I went sleepless
I’m on the road to E-way
From the jects gotta cop me a PJ
Told my momma don’t worry
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
coming in, I might just need me an accountant
And my old shit blowing up, it looks like all you new fans found it
It's been 1600 minutes since I dropped,
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
for other black people
And this new thinking and feeling
Will cause black people to stick together"
When you're not afraid it makes the system
Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
the industry
And never send a song to the radio just to prove it to you all that this is a new era
I want to make an album that's second influential to the bible
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