Lyrics:
got me, it's big bro blood never been bout the guap
5 rooms dreams, we dreaming, scheming, thinking bout bein at the top
How the hell im the richest
1:]
Shortie thick is hell, something like a fairy tell
And you treating if you got it so I paid for the nails
She told me she was hungry so I paid for
Get to forgettin'
Then it's on they album when it drop
My verses steady, be hittin'
I do this here for a livin'
Flow with precision
Yeah you know my
nigga will sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But I'll grab the tail of the house nigga
Pull
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
Without parent or certified adult guardian
They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell
Jolly good fun,
a pheonix
If you wanna kill me bitch you better plan it like Venus
On bro bitch I'll do you like a remus
I wave you get wet but hell no you ain't seasick
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
know me
They just throw me off by asking for favours
And soon as I gave 'em
They put me on the shelf 'till they need other ones later
And you can say
always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro? Hell nah
But they say "These are our
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
around my crib for a fuck to give
But I couldn't find it
My notebook should be made of a wooden binder
Cause that's what my albums be sellin'
But I
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah,
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around,
On my seventeenth birthday,
I hold my first album in my hands
And that’s a feeling
That most adults will never understand
You could say that I’m
This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
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