Lyrics:
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really
know
you could ever look so nice after so much time
You remember those days hanging out at the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight
surrounded by light
Man this shit dope
Man this shit dope
These bars leave your mouth feeling clean like some soap
My mind is like Pandora's box when I open
that boy in that box
These bullets invest like they playin with stocks
My big brother trippin he servin that rock
Hidin in bushes when we had it hot
My days are numbered
Hours fit in little boxes
Cross them off
Another month goes by
If times a healer
Then I should be feeling better
It's been
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
the day when the recipe calls for blackend
Wrong ingredients
Maybe too much herbs and spices
Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish
Southern greens
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Purple days
Purple Haze
It one of them purple days
Smokin on exotic purp today
I scatter perfect weight
Poured a foe today say he got lungs
We
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin' like a ? box
[Chorus]
Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me, c'mon
Shake
learned I was taught to do it like a gangsta (do it like a gangsta)
Broad day with a mask on walk up on 'em like a stranger (brrt)
You don't understand
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Paying it Forward...
The Older looked out the window. It was a great day to play, but which instrument? The banjo? The Ukulele? The Basuki? He
[Intro]
I always wanted to rap on meat grinder
Just not the part everyone else did
[Verse]
Somebody box it toxic the rap ox
Got it obnoxious hawk
attending pottery class at community college
For eight straight weekends by myself
So I am eating a box of Hot Tamales candy, which proclaims it's America's
keep rapping, I do that all day
I'm only chillin' n' vibin', I'm swimming in money
God damn I'm so funny
I carry my team
I ain't smoking no green
I
He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran
I caught up with box and said, "I think it's worth a grand"
He smiled and he giggled
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Looking at the sky I see a million dollar sunshine
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we
And what could I possibly do that hasn’t already been done?
I pursue happiness, but everyday’s a sadder day
The hourglass breaks, sand falls from grace
Stash box by the dash box encase they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest
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