Lyrics:
Hill
Type of artist turning down a major label deal
Cause when it's said and done you'd rather keep your music real
Or drop a classic debut album
défunts F-D-P
J'arrive, prépare ton écrito
"J'ai faim SVP"
Le 7-5 me dit "C'est bavon"
Le 9-1 me dit "C'est cool mogo"
Ma vision du bonheur: un joli boul
Un
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
your head inside
Spin cycle two
Lock the door press play
Your head's getting washed
By a Machine
24/7
Washed by a machine
Spun around in circles
All day
microphone on the left
We put on the whole armor and there is nothing left
Onward Christian soldiers the cross on our chest
Coup d'etat!
The kingdom
I was only a child, I'd only been seven
I'd try to forget, I must've forgot
Trauma repression, I'm always on the clock
A quiet kid that dragged his
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
(Kevin Gani bring the body ho)
Let me remind these fools that I'm Doe'd Up
The little muppets I'm Doe'd up
I was gonna stop actin' bad but I'm
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
outta 5 my rate on the stems
Hate on the day that 6ix doesn't trend
Want a 7 or 8 but you don't wanna spend
no time on a nine with a fucked up head
My
from 100 by 7s and forwards by 3s
They look at each other and shrug
Okay man, one exit down there's a truck stop
Officially, that's the end of our
I'd rather face the knife (ouch)
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (huh)
I hate when you niggas
panse yo ka pi fre pase’m
Lè m’te piti ak sentiwon Gucci wi papa’m te konn kale’m
What up 7TS good looking for this beat man
DiasporapVolume2 nigga
This
my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper
Chipmunk told me don't watch no face
I'll never leave home without my pencil case
24/7 I stay with my
down like that for the nine-seven
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
'Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
they started laughing
What up Bossdog, good lookin' on this tea
Import that bag from Europe, exclusively
Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
to fit your feet in
These 9 and a half shoes
At 7 learned a lesson
It's only that cash rules
Maybe it'd be different if we
Ain't have bad schools
We'd have
was scraping ends together so I'd have me a dime
Label heads and A&R's always got the best of me
Smile say that's dope then get the fool that's next
of the vision
And I'm, uh, I'm mentally in a prison
I'm a man on a mission
Until I'm out of commission
God my mama be trippin' thought
I'd be bringing in children
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