Lyrics:
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
(fully strapped)
Fully loaded with ammo we step on the scene, we aim and we bang (bang)
I'm walking surrounded by flames like Monday night raw I'm hotter
Feeling limitless
Like Bradley Coop
I done crashed the coupe
Made it out alive by the Grace of God
Still fly as fuck
But my face is scarred
everybody
And like, I don't know the internet at this point?
The internet is for everybody
Umm... but yeah like, no definitely not
Like what's works me is
The Neighbours n' The Brave
But the best thing is I have 'em, have 'em in empty PS3 cases n' wrote the album
Names on the cases with sharpie, got 'em sorted by
[indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable]
- Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells
States,
By fleeing the White House like a diseased cure,
Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream"
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
the keepers
New house is empty, The one who met me
Since I was Venti, Know how to wrap it
No food no bedsheets
Mattress against the wall, Shes down to twerk it
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
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
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
Crackers is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in
African symbols and medallions represent Black Power
And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man
great
Become great
Is this shit a album or a mixtape?
Yeaaahhhh
Im punching in with brass knuckles 4x
Ya voice muffled as ya legs buckle
I'm punching
pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it matter of fact I stand by it
So please
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Yeah, Machine, what up? This a vibe
Cookin' Soul
Vacation house cost a quarter
Milli' for the week
From rubber bands on the wrist to
VV's on the new
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