Lyrics:
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
money, money, weed
Made, money, money
Seděl som na káve a na káve a na káve a
Ah, moje yeyo smrdí jako wasabi, boy
Nemám limit idem ako Master P, boy
now I gotta smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker drop
It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I used to kill
ain’t finished if my people is hungry
I got a dream I gotta chase it, it might lead me to sumn
I’m out here on my Q’s & P’s I live and breathe for this
on an album
Boy better know that them tracks gonna come soon
And their gonna come through on the 15th
Man said different their lying to you
Stop that
All
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
on, put you to bed, night, night, that's Sudafed (yeah)
Show me that I'm tender, bitch, time to prove what you just said (boy)
R.I.P. Takeoff, he
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
retired
And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired
Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin'
In an all out battle, P comes out swingin'
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
And by the way boy this is no machine you're talking to
Can't ya tell this is Austin and I still love you.
the P.O.P.
The "cash on delivery" at the "point of purchase" - don't I be workin?
Heaven and hell is standin next to you at the same time
Cuttin into your
Mann! 50! JR! B-day boy!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honey! (they
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
so cautiously
R.I.P to the soldiers resting in peace
Got the world on my shoulder the rest is on me
Sometimes I feel like Akon when I rode by my lonely
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
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