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[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
And along those lines run life and death
You know, so a few years went by, a couple
Albums, success, out of the
Blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us
Death
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
sometimes
And then I realize
That You're by my side
When I started the last album I just wanted to rap
But it became daunting in fact when I got lost in track
Lanie Banks Biography And Life Story.
MichealOsings (born October, 10,1996), better known by his stage name Lanie Banks is a Ugandan Rapper , song
Micheal Osings (born October, 10,1996), better known by his stage name Lanie Banks is a Ugandan Rapper , song writer and director from Kampala
I sit by the phone but I haven't heard
Both eyes stomach-sized in diameter
And you know that money's for managers
Yeah I know that money's for
underestimated me
You figured it out by now
Didn't you
Didn't you
Didn't you
Nobody got a summer album like mine
Your just another same like the other
You
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
myself yeah.
I'm proud to be myself, I got myself all the fuckin' time
By myself, I got these shits I made these albums, I made these clicks
I've been
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
made a whole album
I tell them I know
You see me riding by
You don't gotta act like you know who I am on the inside
Young triple Five, best thing you'll
Co dal mi czas ktory pamietam wszystkie chwile z tych
Od podwyzszonego tetna sa ludzie ktorych dzisiaj nie znam
Juz wiem jak postepowac by nie wypasc
Czekam na lato by grac sobie w piłkę
Czekam na lato by odpalić sobie w fifkę
Czekam na lato by mieć ten vibe
I zgarniać zarobiony hajs
To jest luźny
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
Staring at this photo album
got me reminiscin' on days that I forgot
My promise I intend to keep
said I would never leave you alone
I'm incomplete without
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