Lyrics:
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
night we performed Badlands
In it's entirety i'm gonna tell you what
There's not a single radio hit
On that album and they
Still sang every fucking word
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
on a thousand
No shit you can borrow
I been the man since a git
No snatch
Yo bitch she a thot
She get hit from the back
Thirty go by a new bitch gone twerk
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
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
be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
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
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
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
verse, but it's kingdom work 'til I hit the dirt (one)
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's
Y'all keep my name out your mouth
Because you know I'll hear
That's why I'm the most understated rapper of the year
You got your album drops
You're
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
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
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
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
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