Lyrics:
mudda (ha)
I said it with chest (you know)
If I come with Loony (tunes) then you know mans angle (you know)
Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
Mom, I know I let you down
And though you say the days are happy
Why is the power off and I'm f- up?
And mom, I know he's not around
But don't
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
And to this day
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
climbing the mountain, you staying back by the base
I'm reaching new heights, you didn't think I would make
You acting entitled (You acting entitled)
Not
You got new messages,
Yo f*ck scene kids man they cant f*cking rap their all f*cking posers man
F*ck S.k their trying to like hollywood undead man
Chapter 7 THE CONCERT IN THE EGG
Willy Nickerson's great day has arrived, at long last. Hambrook's magnificent scenery is at its very best,
Rappers need radio for self-esteem
I'm on some brand new boombox Radio Raheem
I wonder if my grind has gone in vain
I mean it's my time, but are they on my
to you, darling
Heat Death rave make sweat beads, don't beg a pardon
Come for the drum and bass, stay for the X smuggled in marlin
Leave when
a radio hit
When you gonna give up on this pipe dream shit
(Press play)
Look, I got the game in the Cobra clutch
A giant has woken up
I’m firin’ like iron
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't
I can get another lady any day
They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel
Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo
Believe it, get a pack
lit the matches, ha
You ain’t even dropped a new song
Boy you waiting too long
Dropped 16 since, and I thought you moved on
You ain't doing nothing
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
these days,
Nothing comes cheap
And everything has a price
Everything has a price
Nothing is free
Not even me
When you're working full-time
tune
'Cause your day will come soon
Be real and don't front
That's the bottom line
You know everybody's on the chase for that shine
One day the world
From the world around
Don’t want to revolt
I believe that noise
Radio: “Choosing a name for a pet is a serious business, and Prime Minister has asked
chicks that wanna get it in, for sure.
I'm takin' all the crazy ho's outta my lady mode,
I'm done with the oldies, nothin' but new shit in my radio
down I blast my radio!
You ain't got no skills!
(Benny!)
Yo, lemme get a
(Milky Way)
Yup, and lemme also get a
(Daily News)
And a (Post)
some love
I give my daughters kisses
And give my son a hug
Step on the balcony, smoke one in this Cali sun
It might be 4 o'clock but my day has only
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
Yeah
My anxiety was takin' over (yeah)
Remove the devil, let my faith go feel it slide like it's Amendola (come on)
I finally made it
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