Lyrics:
I started making this album in Chicago but I felt like I needed a change of scenery,
So I moved to LA, made some of the best music I ever made.
But
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME
Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me
an album by myself without feature to spit
And still feature my shit, it's only me and my bitch
All eyes on me, that classic Tupac shit
Now can I get
down, used to get respect, but check
Day from the 2 to deaf die hard, went to pull thy card (??)
Rather die scarred, oh my Lord
I got the keys, he gave
rush to drop an album..still
Got g's and car keys...wasn't stressed without one...yo wonder how
Come
I ain't rappin and I'm stayin
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
she hate
Then she stuck with me
No, we don’t speak Japanese
But we do chop it up like the Japanese (Okay)
I met her casually
Taking pics by my car oh so
in Kingsvilla
Another day in Kingsvilla
I got another album
Locked down in the dungeons
I go another ex that
I’m trying to move on from
See word
roulette
Don't really give a shit 'bout you say
Got a real chill album on the way
Now they hit me like hey there sway
How you doing by the way
Don't you
and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was
son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word
a shepherd i’m like Steph
I shoot with the best but the
Key is in my leg-work
All I wanna hear is that invest word
Otherwise skate
There’s nothin uglier than
in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's
here, forever, faithful and clever
Standing in the space of might
Facing the grace of light
I'm an ace, with the foresight
Ahead of the game, by
trykker på keys blir det en hit
Alle de vil ha min plass det er over mitt lik ja
Kan'ke hate på Stig Jobs
De ser oss vinne og den shitten svir
Vi har flus
the ones who know
I'm taking my time, go slow
Keeping it C minor, low
I mean low-key
He paid with his blood, so no fee
Second album, it's degree
Most
just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead
Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere
True, we gotta pass the opp
Block on the way there mum's back from work
I might have to bag up in the BnB
If you
another album
I ain't working on no lame shit
Genre clashing all the time
But I ain't ever lane switch
Some of you just play the role while
I've been
Rucka Rucka please go drown and shut up
Every Google image looking like
You taking dick up
I've sold more than all your albums
All with just an EP
I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
My
paid by the end of month
Night time with the right guys we never analyze what you talking bout
In a paradise living kinda nice better check them guys
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