Lyrics:
[C-Bo]
Yea let's get this money though my nigga
Ahh man fucking on us man fucking on us
Man I'm not going back to prison nigga
I already got two
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
The passive choke, when they get confronted by the facts they know
I could never fucking stand by when a man cries with his face on the curb,
Got no Doubt my
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
I did this shit by myself and all on my own
Everybody sat there and they asked if I was really grown
Man I sat there everyday just tryna make my pain
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
na, na, na, na
You got me, man
Let me make the album, man
Let me make the album, man
You already there, baby
Everybody know this shit ain't going
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
at Kanye's third album
You get it it
I said it, I said it, said it and said it
His third album man forget it
Just know I wrote this here on a good morning
Felt
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
to bust the 411
'94 is here
We gonna have something new for you on this next album, man
Yeah, we gonna have something new for your asses
We going to keep it
figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you
We lampin' in
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
load up
And come looking
But on another note juice album
I understand you dropping single
After single man
You give' em a lil taste man
You getting they
notepad, nigga, hold that
I'm a G by myself, you've gotta hold hands
I've never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I've never been a joke man
I came
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
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