Lyrics:
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
stuck in the system spiritless
This that, Baskin and Robins that cold serve
Truth hit you harder than what your heart had witnessed since birth like
But, if you can't play the music live, like with guitars and stuff, get lost. That's what I say. Um, I'm seventy years old by the way. Anyway, I hope
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
built a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
See y'all niggas
Hit
built a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
See y'all niggas
Hit
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
back, but not for the dollar
Robin Thicke tried, but he couldn't get back Paula
And I'm scratching my head at that boy Ray Rice
Come on, bruh, that's
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
me blushing
Came a long way
To be sharing rooms with robin
Surrounded by greatness
You can’t call this lucky
Soon go global
Then there’s really no
rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my
Better watch how you moving
They trynna
know my next move
I think they clueless
Dropped 3 albums
Just to prove it
Imma make it to the top
See how
options
End it all or get the album popping
Tell your man meet me in the lobby
One hit will knock the jaw off him
Tryna taste the life of pop stardom
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