Lyrics:
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
Traumatized by shit I seen or heard
But making it just fine
Still question it like why?
Why you always call me when you're lonely?
Why you never call me when
gist of where this instrumental go
So Ima go with the flow right off the top of my dome
Dunno why they hatin
When I choose to put a hook in
Reeling all
a invitation
Now I gotta bring you into my world
Yeah...I'm just havin' fun with this...talk to 'em
SunN.Y. it's over, SunN.Y. it's over
SunN.Y. it's over,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
why why
Distant I don't wanna be apart of your lie
Why why why why
Why why why why
Abide by everything I gotta attain but it's a learning process so
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
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
Part of me
Doesn't know why
But I
Don't got a care
Hey
Okay
Hey
Not a care
Living life like a dare
Playing plays
Day by day
Understanding myself better
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
Starting with the A-B-C of it
Right down to the X-Y-Z of it
Help me solve the mystery of it
Teach me tonight
The sky's a blackboard high above you
If
when they said I wouldn't
Why would they say that I shouldn't
Look at the work that I put in
I did it when they said I couldn't
Got it when they said I
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
lettin' me know
I signed with Charlie
I thought I was headin' for the majors
He knows why I ain't doin' any favours
Got me back up on some bando behaviours
to come by(Yeah)
Twenty-one years up on this earth and y'all still sleeping on me
But you watch don't interact so you peeping homie(Watch)
I came a long way
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