Lyrics:
go (Ayy) (What?)
Not your average Joe (On god)
Oh my, oh my, oh my god (Oh my god)
I'm a, i'm a, i'm a god (I'm a god)
I count, I count, green like
all excited about revival week
And being moved by the spirit, so to speak
With all the souls we've saved and money we spent
We though God told us
and when your album drop we'll remember
And to all the Arab governments all yall pretenders
Kings only by title just a puppet
Words without action we ain't
shoulder but plain white
Tee with a lower case t on my chain like, Fresh
Walkin' through the produce section
Record a whole album in just one session
Making
Nigga we be the shit
You never slang like 40
You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat your soul
My pieces glow cause they freezin'
These hoes is Keshia
flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Stepping on my critics, beating on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow
Straight
kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the
M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
The air we on is type loose
All of a Sutton you get Nathan
Shout out triz Nathanial
Trenta Ochoa that's Daniel chillin
With my cocker spaniels my DJ is
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
average Joe wase Capital
Just another nigga residing in the Capital
Boxing with my demons I bring it like a nigga does
Life throwing stones my soul is
album double plat'
Yo, it's on, stop talkin' shit
You was wrong, get off my dick
How dare you doubt or deny
Big Pun, the undoubtable?
The only
of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils
Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it?
We gon' riot if y'all picket
Sign of danger, oh, we anger from my past, can't
And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album
summer soul days
I think I'll take my baby for a ride down the back road
Out in the country where the summer winds blow
Over by the river there's
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
Contest the status quo my quota rise won't ever plateau
I play in the pocket weigh out my options run up and launch it like joe flacco
Stumbled up out
Felt so good when I wrote that verse
That I grabbed that pen and did it again
I was at the bus station
Black Album on rotation
Bumping Ye' in my high
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
my soul exasperate my demons now
Fallen once again, I'm on my knees, I face the ground
I pray for understanding, in return don't hear no sound
Keep two
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any means
I never panic watch me dashing through my enemies
What's it about me you hate
My look
I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old
in my hands
Mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane
Ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real trick
I dropped her harder than my album next spring
This single fallin' in the summer with a flow colder than a winter freeze
I'm on every track providing
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