Lyrics:
a konvict
Be all u can be now don't dat sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga boo
It's really a desert storm that's
hands in the air praising him too for this
Hook
Joy X5
And the world didn't give me this
Joy X5
And the world can't take my
Joy X5
Never ever will it
plays (4am making plays)
How Im getting my money I cant say (I cant say)
When it come to money I don’t play (I don’t Play)
I been counting ducky’s all
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
over 20 million dollars and 5 car garage
Eating some good food and watching some cartoons
And I’m smoking and you can't 'cause you pregnant with my dude
thanks mum
I'd make sure my family is all good
With cars for the mandem
In the palm of our hands
It's just part of the plan
What's this? We're moving up
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record companies bite me, but I chose Def Jam
And the main reason that I made it and I love
it's time to drop the album
Know y'all waiting for it
Remember last time in Atlanta
Boy I had to floor it
Fucking lights popped up behind me
Shit's was
someone had told me before
Playing a short album or you on All Saints Day
Kind of My thing
Playing an album for you on All Saints Day
The Gateway's my
My theme is all about making the green
Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this
a konvict
Be all u can be now don't dat sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga boo
It's really a desert storm that's
I see this life thru a purple lens
The Benz swerving, they mentioning this murder murder to all they friends
Peep the pen
Obsolete to trends, making
shit
Made over 100k and blew through all that shit
I had never seen no dope was new to all that shit
Niggas never had no hope man what you call that shit
kid sitting alone with no light
On his phone, in the zone, it's the C team number 5
I was like, "You good mate? You alright?"
He looks up and I gauge
track of the days gone by
Lockdown claimed lives so I gotta go and make up for lost time and make the most mine
All the time in my house
Had me
all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Holocaust '98, 2002 dilemma, 3003 remember?
4004 dissipated, re- and procreated, over- and understated
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
And honestly look up in the sky
And give God an apology
Then look down at her
Face diabolically and uhh!
All over her face-ology
Fuck it, I'm makin' up words
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the illest since I was juvenile,
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
they go aye aye aye
Might be the best song on the album, yeah you know im gonna make more albums
No more scammer j that dude fucking sucks at making
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