Lyrics:
we pay the high fee
Holy shit, lock B's with the homie YG (woo)
I'm on the radar of every A-star
In this music biz when they view this kid, they see
screens but it's still out of focus
Sure we know it's just show biz, but it still seems to surprise us
When they hook us by the mouth and pull us up
The Diabolical
Hurdling the obstacle
Poetry in motion
Not another drop in the ocean
Spare us the cutter
Smooth like butter
c bad mother
Clean your mouth with
they started out
Lucky I'm not gon' bother
I'm busy with someone's daughter now
But it's lit on this side, little bitch'll get by
All the vibes been
coming with locations
Ask the streets Biz be the motivation
I’m ranked, I can’t risk that for no
For no, relations
Hands clean but I had
To grind from
the residential
In the truck feelin' presidential
With my girl lookin' detrimental
Killin' anything tryna to be a side piece out my mental
Outta your mind
You
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style
House on the ground
Freeze when I squeeze
Drop to your knees
Who wants to play?
I'm in here
ain't no rap song
It's a lonely biz - fair-weather friends
Tears from mom
And the hardness of eyeing your kids
Live by the gun? Trust me
That Uzi weigh
the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
Get on the microphone and just rip the track
Who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
Treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch
like his
Hey nigga (hey nigga), what it is (what it is)
If you wanna live longer mind your biz
'cause a mind is a terrible thing to waste
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
is twenty-one
Man time
Is the most notorious caper
It marks me
Like Biz Markie we all caught the vapors
Wow
I wish I could catch a vapor now
And not
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style
House on the ground
Freeze when I squeeze
Drop to your knees
Who wants to play?
I'm in here
the residual self image reflection
Of this version
Of the goat bitch
Direct link to a king
But they miss marked me
Off sync beatbox that biz markie
Asgard big
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
nobody
Wahlai talai
They said I love you but nah lie
See me grind to survive
Zero competition with nobody ye
Nobody holy todabi Jehovah
Mind your biz
Making music on FaceTime
Partying with my day ones
Shooting hoops at the skate park
Searching for joy in the little things
Finding some comfort in change
name Biz
Renounce your faith kids
Shut your face and push your ounce away bitch
My mouth can taste sick
Naked young bitch suck the fungus
Off my hung
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
the music biz
your album, for one, has no promotion
Your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
Your ashy, your music is trashy
Outkast, inside they class me
Out
I wish you'd keep him out your mouth like tide pods
I hate it when your eyes touch
Your suppose to be my love
Baby dissing me like rice gum
Don't
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
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