Lyrics:
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG
I don't think they know it yet, but I do, I do
And if you fucking with it then you my dude, my dude
We always down to dap or give a pound
To those
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God
I wanna thank my fans, good lookin' for the mail
'Cause I was goin' through it when they
I wanted to be and then I became it
How could you stick by my side (how)
When I had nobody else
Come here and give me a hug (come here)
You know I
and strong
Everyday of my life I will lift up Your name
Make the people know say you're the Don
You created Africa
Europe and America
Asia and Australia are
the rapper
They don't see the before's and afters and the new chapters
Thank the heavens for the blessings
They've been sendin' my direction
Acceptin' my
Have a little drink
No, thank you, brother
Want to get rich?
Don't need it brother
Wanna fool around?
No, thank you sister
Ain't you heard
the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
Thank you to my family
For all the support that you provide
In this life long journey
Like a roller coaster ride
But I can't forget my friends
Who
that's from me to ya
Get got for... posterior
Asking myself like "Jonny, shouldn't inferiors stay quiet in fear of you"
We don't let this go by us like
don dey
No be by singer you go win the award
No be by Knacking you go give belle
This life na turn by turn o
No be by money you go cool your mind
If E
of coffee friend
Don't give me none of your liquor I don't want no wine
Gotta get that semi down the line I gotta haul a load of grain
Bout three hundred
what you thank
Care what you thank
I don't care what you thank
Look at your squad you just lowered the rank
I'm with my shawty she doing her thang
And if
hit even little kids
Niggas be lookin' like they at a shootin' range
Don't give a fuck who they hittin' they just do they thang
Bullets be
it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey YOU - don't you dare give me
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
.... (Ah, good evening Mr. Day. Two for dinner?)
Yes, give us one of those little sexy tables in the back.
.... (Oh, I'm sorry Sir, those are all
I've been thinkin' 'bout giving up (can't give up)
But there's something inside me that's holding on
When we don't know who's right or wrong
We still
and put 'em
In your mailbox and they'll be gone by tomorrow
By the way make don't tell nobody else about our convo
Haha alright uhh
That was very
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
the
A-Always thank God
They don't seem to forget shit
I give love, but if I give love
I need it back take my shirt off, but if
I take my shirt off, i need it
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don
Paralyzed by your paradigm disguised as paradise
I could spare a dime
Break it up, give you two cents at a time, plus a penny for your thoughts
Pouring Henne
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