Lyrics:
hit it
Big in this day and age
Who cares about me when I'm
Just having fun by playing
All this music that I'm making
For my friends and family
Walk up
forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
Started off local,
her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag, in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Brown)
The meanwhile Im the greatest ever in my mind
Number one with no trophies (IZ ILL) and no blue ribbons
Toe to toe spar with the best
So im never
needed you the most
Everytime I push back, we became the closest
So go tell them hoes to relax, cause I know who my GOAT is
And thats the greatest of all
fools like when the rain hit you
Music, movies, and families, I'm a lane switcher
Ready to get you now
My flow make you rethink your whole fuckin'
your mind do gymnastics like a cartwheel
The greatest like a Tarheel
I'm coming from the heart still
I'm coming from the heart still
Uh
What does
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch
chances just to make
A couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Shrek vs shaggy, it was the greatest fight
Then you went and poisoned me
Can
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my
at goodbyes)
Did you ever really know? (aye)
Why I had to let you go?
Clock ticking, ticking, but time moving slow
Made that bitch leave don't get hit by
I don't give a fuck...no
I don't give a fuck...no
Sex-money-murder we call this the hit em' up flow
Barely fifteen got my first triple beam
Tryna
the worst
PG the greatest
Where I'm from
All these n*ggas being raised
By they momma
Can't read a book
But they all toatin' Llamas
On the block all day
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
never see you again
Like Chappelle took the money, from the devil he ran
10 feet under, call 9-1-1
Got a hole in my heart, not made by a gun
These
ill give you your greatest hit
Yeah, I don't go with the flow
Yeah, I don't go with the flow
Now, pay attention I don't go with the flow
I make my own
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