Lyrics:
she'll love when I make it
I used to have reasons be upset
Now I got a house paid by my own checks
That's what I'm about I'm about no stress
Word
what you do man, say what you say
I made my choices in life and it ain't gonna change
if it isn't easy by now to see that I'm a beast
it's probably
overturned Wade
But have yet to put dolphins in court for a rape
I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' our pronoun to we
So when speakin' on us refer to us as them
If
rude
Cause we don't have a lot of time
You still have to hear all my rhymes
By the way I'm a rapper now
I'm dope as fuck and that's how
I got this money
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
Gordon! What do you want?!
HK: Inspector, it's Hobo KenI've got a secret.
IG: Oh yeah? You think you're better than me???
HK: No, Inspector. Have you heard
on the block with yo bitch in a drop top
Damn she a thot thot
Givin' that slop top
Just gonna rock rock
Pull up like knock
Got these hunnids in my pants
Got
dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them
To come alive
To survive
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
instrument did you play in your
High school band?
So many ways our similarities are eerie
We share so many
Paranoid conspiracy theories
You're watching Twin
the last boss is behind us
Then we play around for side missions
When you're away, you're exactly what I'm missin
A dosage of you is what I'm itchin
For
In
just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
And fade into the walls
But they say that after midnight
When the bar is quiet and still
If you've got the music in your soul
You can hear them playing still
Health and Safety? More of a luxury
You've got a lot to learn
So if it's unclear
Just know the crusts aren't all
That's getting stuffed here
So, play
might have to press nine three times if these slugs hit you
You might have to replace your Rolex if my little thugs lick you
Still got love for Flacko
above
Ain't no attender, can make you forget it all
And if you've got an issue, tell em' about it in a call
I had some people tell me that I'm like
bur-urned
No-o, no, don't play with me girl, you're playin' with fire
Ooh I know you've got some diamonds
And you will have some others
But you better
acting like you're superior
Can't help but wonder if under your shiny exterior
You've got it tough staying in your lane if that were true maybe that would
house if
You've got time to check your phone
Alright mom, I got it!
Don't give me that tone
Everything you have is what I've gave to you
All the cash you
it was only yesterday,
i was in on the act getting stupid pay
you tried to play for one dime
beat you with my hands, i'ma gonna beat with this rhyme
carrying
With a stern stare he'll
Burn holes in your mental
Fennel seed scent
With a rental key to event
I got lots of tea if you spending
Ain't meant
to me
U left me with no choice
Everyone's got a choice
Ok I'll just choose to ignore U right now
But you're still here
So wait, are U like in a band
plain and i'll show em my faith in gaining a whole other way to play the Comparison game
It's a trap, to look at him or her
And think what would occur
If
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