Lyrics:
the line-up
First album, the EP was No I.D
Last album, the executive producer is me, I'm set free
Sayonara
So the crazy shit is right, like, when we was
comprehend me
C-come vibe with, find within me
A variety, assembly line of rhymes
I find offence, when life implies that I can't live
Without a 9-5, convinced
shoulder and I walk them up the mountain
Over there I speak to God and get water out the fountain
Steps I'm not counting because they ordered by God
I trust
champagne we having a toast (Let's go)
Pouring lines like a assemblies smoking on big palm trees
If your toes ain't done I can't rub your feet
Cold hearted
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
I fix it right in front of you (trap)
Trap just like hibachi, yeah
I fix it right in front of you (trap)
Trap suit like designer, yeah
I'm dead
something
Uh
T-E-V-I-A to N Outside look in
Don't fake no front
Keep emotions like a budget
Can't go over spending funds
Raining down in government print
the best
Pulling major flex on IG
Tryna woo you down but I cannot see the love in you
Still hurt by your past it's true
Bout to make a better way just for me
care of one another you and me
Radical, radical
Flash backward, 1999
In a world shockful of viruses
How'd y'all stay alive?
Depending on this so-called
It was a humid summer of disease, mosquitoes and heat strokes
I was working on an assembly line
Until school started up
And that's where I met
me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggas is green
It's nothing to it,
the flow, it don't help to fight
You want to front? You'll be by yourself tonight
Cause I'ma get mine, then it's time to get showered dear
Throw on your
It's Z E D to the Z
Write bars in my kitchen, bars in my bed
Write bars on the paper, bars in my head
Write bars with my key pad, bars with my pen
I
chevrolet
I needed time for some thinkin'
He was just passing by
When I caught that boy's eye,
And I swore it was winkin'
I was thirty-one,
He was
when I say I'm going ham
Fam, I don't mean E6
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't make me the weakest
It makes me the realest
Music's based on emotion,
cry to the swine
When your life's on the line
Some say I'm not right in my mind
But I live by the street code
Something like Tyson in his prime
But I
a black screen
Never know who's on my side
Hmm
Seems like a recurring theme
Head pounds like
CTE
College football Saturdays on E
From the last spree
How'd I
Woke up this mornin,
Clock said I was late for school,
Teacher told me "that's not cool"
Gotta put my shirt and pants on,
Flew down the front
A power, because my temper's at the border
Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water
MC, H-E-A-V-Y D
O-V-E-R-W-E-I-G-H-T Lover in
they make him the official postman. Now old ninety he'd take the mail from the front gate. He'd walk it up to the first house on the line. Now that was
of veterans
Assemblies are gathering
I'm rapping for the better man
My by-line next to all the
Rhymes that I'm pedaling
Influenced by the truest to do it
It
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
Five days a week it's the same ole grind
Feels like we're growing roots on this assembly line
Boss mans a yellin' and a struttin' his stuff
He'd have
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
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