Lyrics:
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
bounding onstage
Britain and the world at large may
Have just tuned into Outkast, but all three
Albums prior to Stankonia
Have been conceptual
And sonic
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
at in the world right now
I know they listenin' like
This young nigga be killin' this shit
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this
through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still
Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world
at in the world right now
I know they listenin' like
This young nigga be killin' this shit
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
I am so excited to embark on this journey with you
I hope it to be a lifelong one for us, but let's start with this first album and go from there
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
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice
but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
[Chorus]
The whole world been waiting on him,
Here I come,
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
feels like I am surrounded by a bunch of robots
Sometimes i wish i was logic or kdot
I could have the whole world
By side
Getting played by ugly god
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
musicians and poets in the world, many of them Older knew, his name on album sleaves of some of the greatest music. They talked about Socrates Theory
The worlds knocking at my door, but they’ll never get me
Having fun with my music, make a little history
Said the albums coming soon, everybody’s
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
could-have-beens
And in due time you'll earn those wins
It's a mad world, but I wanna stay on
I used to think I'd be gone by the time I was grown
But now I wanna
God
Oh shit, this project means the fuckin' world to me
I'm so, I'm so
Fuck it, Dan, go again
I'm so thankful that everybody listens to the album
If
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