Lyrics:
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
And I'm clocking these ends, my record sales are blocking 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk
school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
discs are almost gone, replaced by Apple shuffles, touches, and phones
iTunes changed the purchasing game, selling more singles than albums made
This is
get a blow too
Know i can afford too
Want them by the thousands
Rake them in like leaves in the autumn
Then i shake em, then i write a album
I'm too
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
honest
No Diddy
First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way
fuck that album, fuck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your
Come figure it out
Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about
If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route
The people who made me came from the South
Mama
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
the booth is
Cuz I need to lay me a verse
Y’all 16s are some throw aways
Whole tapes be sounding like Nerf
And that’s soft ball
Cuz y’all amateurs
Question me
You are now listening to WHITE PANTHER by Travis Karter
100% of the proceeds of this album go toward providing clean water to children around
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
was sitting in the car
On album drop night
When I saw some people
Waving at me at a red light
I'm down to earth
That means I've gotta be resourceful
So
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
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
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
alive and speak the truth, the church are a bunch of crooks unlike me and you.
False apologies
Just give it to me straight
And you've shed more blood than
different, I'm going up passing you by
Looking for better sense and more control of myself I relapse but still yet I try
Never mind that I'ma still get a sack
Winnin' by a long shot
Know you gotta be the change
If you wanna see the change
First album was twenty fo'
Sixty fo' I leave the game
Mamba mentality
I'm
a du rag
If somebody tell me ish I'll put my foot up they ass
I don't play it by the books play it by my own rules
I ain't sticking to the script imma do
Yeah
The more I give, the more I gain I gain so much by givin' my all in
Don't get lost in details I train my brain, train my brain
Not focused on my
tribute, it won't take long
I've made some stuff rhyme and
I've recorded this song
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted
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