Lyrics:
I heard your last album that was a big flop
I guess they gassed you up but you never did pop
Tryna come for me lil homie you more like pop
This is
feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,
don't stay around
Got a few band members but I'm one man with a million sounds
And I ain't saying I don't need em
I'm just off up in my lala land I'm
clothes
I suppose they like the way me and Banner pimp
You can catch us at Pappadeaux eatin' steak and shrimp
Or you can catch us at E&J's pourin' it up
clothes
I suppose they like the way me and Banner pimp
You can catch us at Pappadeaux eatin' steak and shrimp
Or you can catch us at E&J's pourin' it up
poppin' you dogs and puttin' you down in a vet
You know I'm a vet, E-Ray what I meant
I saucin' it up like I'm on a Jet
Not here for the checks, I'm here
life
Lord have mercy!
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin'
to the E to the E nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
Bariga Bariga Bariga
Ladylack Bariga
To ba ni change e ma wole o
Mi ofe were laro kutu kutu Monday o
Ladylack Bariga Bariga
Wake up in the morning
the change
I wake up everyday with my game face on
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the name, P.E.!
Yeah we ain't for the fame
We for the change
I
D.R.E
He's almost famous
You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up
of ass though
'Cause I'm Jeremy Scott I bet you wish you had a pair hoe
Try to hid a lick I leave you strippin' in a scarecrow
Pills pop up like
nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call
up like Drake in 2015
I had my chance to practice, I got magic up in my sleeve
I’m Criss Angel, David Copperfield or David Blaine
My music’s
the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write
a song on ‘em, it flopped, so I’m back with six cues
Back up in my bag, while my bag is on my back
Repping my home town, with the sweater and the jack(et)
to the Michael's
I go psycho balance everything like a tightrope
Unaware a nigga got a hype flow
Y'all just talk on your iPhone I do fashion walk by the eiffel
I put
Up in Germany with bout $750
Last month I spent my last $750
Oh man it hit me
Woah man it hit me
In about a year or two who gon freestyle with me
She
Hope this album clarifies that I'm on top
If you can't keep up, then you better just stop
'Cause this is more than music
I don't play nothing acoustic
I
still awake, I gotta be up at ten tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra
pani target den mi grip e trigger
Mi no miss a free kick, put up wall mi still deliver
Knock yuh gyal from 50 yards out, a 1MP and David Villa
Mi done
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100
my name up on that song, you know I got some heat
613 to 813, I'm nationwide, I'm on the scene
E-Dub Montana done hit up my line
I'm mixin' the songs
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