Lyrics:
and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off
Was once this boy about five years old.
Some one figured out he’s worth his weight in gold.
Handsome, talented and incredibly bold.
Charming and funny
Was once this boy about five years old.
Some one figured out he’s worth his weight in gold.
Handsome, talented and incredibly bold.
Charming and funny
See my chain its blindin need no lights
I'm not really about it but my bars might take yo life
Oh shit
It's like I'm making good music bitches
Trife
was killing the streets
But when Goodlife dropped I was feeling relief
The biggest 50 fan, me yes, was geeking for real
But Ye was making better music
to fame
He was twenty years ahead of his time
And he knew it
But he kept right on-a singing
He went all around the world making rhythm
'Cause music
to fame
He was twenty years ahead of his time
And he knew it
But he kept right on-a singing
He went all around the world making rhythm
'Cause music
me
I'm sincere in my rhyming
Mess with the gang and then I'm causing you harm
Sound the alarm
Flick and get hit in his arm
Ran up on the click and he
NARI, You done did it again
boa Vengeance! You did it!
You're a G.O.A.T, you're making it somewhere
You're making it somewhere on 'foe nem bro
Keep
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
x2)
You gotta
Take the bull by the horns
They be trying to take the King
But don’t really want his crowns of thorns
It don’t matter what side you
goes by so hazy
Because I'm captivated by the
EQ's kicks and hi hats
Youtube and God yeah
Taught me that
Man the work day started at 5 AM
Hit the gym
still uncovered
Spiritual wars
My soul is loving
He is addicted to the music cos
God is feeding thru the music
We making some like praises
Some like
Pewh Pewh Pewh
In my honda swerving lanes since the 9th grade
Ive been making hella plays
Now im counting up 10k
Everyone blasting out my music yeah
Supertrap
Ha, ha
Popping em molly rocks (rocks)
Making em body drops (drops)
I'm making karate chops (chops)
Like my embody rocks (rocks)
Making that
fast, my apologies
Nobody believes in me, guess i dont blame em,
for right now im making my music so solemnly.
Heart in me hardly breathes anymore its
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
years ahead of his time
And he knew it
But he kept right on-a singing
He went all around the world making rhythm
'Cause music sure was in him and he
to fame
He was twenty years ahead of his time
And he knew it
But he kept right on-a singing
He went all around the world making rhythm
'Cause music
you’re a dead pigeon
The devils powerless without his cash
Flip the social classes and watch society collapse
Attack you on this track music is my battle
Whoa, wish this was a Metallica concert
I wish that it was music when
They walk in the building
Someone ring the alarm
We sound like rock and roll
We
the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views
and fertile land
Kemgba mno na nwatakili
I have been making moves
Starting from my mummys breast
Naza was breaking woods
His steps ebe mgu akwukwo
First bu
with Old Dirty
I played Regulate back when Pac played Birdie
Hi there, Beautiful Idea, repeat it
To get by Mary and Meth was all I needed
Uh, I guess I
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