Lyrics:
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
a fat ass and it look like a peach
Yea these niggas some lames and they still tryna leach
I go high on the keys man I feel like alicia
Why that boy tryna
marks
The decade of hot shit
If a nigga say I fell off all I
Want you to do is ask him when
What they gonna say, what the Curtis album?
Okay so number
thats a whole lotta average
You got a catalogue o' meady songs
Maybe you weren't meant for the rap
But bro at least ya got keys
I meant to say Alicia
wasn't in it fully
Alicia gave me keys to learn
I contemplate was it love
Or lust that got me heartburn, huh
Love, love, love
Am I ready for love, am I
Felicia
Braid it up Alicia no keys you told me you was from overseas
Why you here just hanging with me? You told me you love Louis B
Ops outside so I had
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I
deal soft as biscuits and they fucking lacking gravy
Glock like Alicia keys I let it sing
Keep the iron near the hip like a kettlebell swing
In this
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
'cause damn it I'm still the
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
(No lie) I might be
The best to ever do it, the best
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
a disguise
I give glory to God as i point to the sky
I thought you fucked with me but were a liar
Alicia keys i thought that girl was on fire
Give me the keys
talkin' on my brother, had your mama beggin', please
You was with your girl when she got fired, ain't no Alicia Keys
If they come to kick my door down, I
who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me
hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask them why they don't bother
Oh no, oh no
Make me turn to my father
And ask him why
barefoot on the grass
Pipe in my hand cuz I'm smoking on gas
Take a big rip lay back and relax
Life gets by with a medical pass
Walk outside barefoot
all the key
When the tenor was Alicia Keys
Can we try and bring it back please
I guess it is what it is, after this I guess I'm gonna make a couple
riding on that boat
Get up and sit on yo knees and then I put it in your throat (uh huh)
The way she scream Alicia Keys the way she hit that high note
If
and a tie
I did this shit easily
Feel like Roddy Rich I’ma feed the streets
Always got the strap gotta keep the heat
And the chop gon sing like Alicia Keys
So
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me
Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be
High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand
Through snow and wind
on a leasha
My brudda got keys like Khaled or Alicia
Keep it on the low if I hit she a skeeza
And I cannot fuck with no skeeza
Fuck for the night then I leave
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
(with all my)
Loyalty is the key to it all (remember)
Get used to my face, we the winners of all
By mi gente, yo I go low to say-ah
Real like them
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