Lyrics:
Wednesday night, I'm here again
Reminded by your new habits
You fell in love again
It's hard to process this goodbye
When I think about you and I
There's a working belief
If I never left New England I'd be living by a creek
The outside air hits me where I get space to breathe
There's a working
compensate by wanting to be self made it's
The reason I get depressed
I feel stuck then I get stressed
So I strive and strive so I don't end up in a ditch
Then
I get it crunk
It's alright if that bitch don't smoke then get her drunk
Now I pop a lot of shit, 'cause I can back it up (what)
I got that fire,
the groove and funk it up a little bit"
I look in the mirror, at times I say, "Damn Black Caesar;
How'd you get to be the woman pleaser?"
'Cause I
get into a conversation
She hangs up on her friend
Promising to call back
As her new conversation leads to snapchat
The more they chat, the more she
you gon' die tryin to "Get Rich"
I spit sick, my lungs' disease is from Asia
My LP's a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasia's
Roy Jones, knock opponents
Everybody looking at me like I'm one that's up next
Ashton Martin with the roof off, look how I fucking flex
Never wanted me and now they wanna kiss up on my
on that LV
I'ma give them more
We add it up
Now it's a LP
Heard I couldn't do it
Now there's nothing you can tell me
Trying to make a bigger name
We in
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
colored huе
And it's still a mix of dull reds and blues
Can you get a cluе?
The whole earth is a ticking time bomb
Hoping to get the time to go call up my
the dough
Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico
Late night, come across the border in the Chevy ho
Get it for the low, if you need a plug, let
Trials and Tribulations
Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it
Well we see where that went
They say all good things must come to an end well, I say LP
many different people
I smoke
Bats with cats who opened up their sacks
And put that shit in my hand
And never asked for it back
My thinking cap, that's
she says she
Gets cold a lot
Next door to her is the Canarsie
Dressing room I actually grew
Up in Canarsie it's still a
Dump and inside is Usher
Who
remorse?
See when the going gets tough, the tough are unforgiving
Then I'm left to make uncomfortable decisions
What do I do with this hole that needs
talk shit and they in range to catch a knife
This ain't regular LP
It's a full length album stuck in one stage of grief
Hate, curl up in my seat
Cranking
worth
By the size of my jeans
Won't paint on a mask
Be who I wanna to be
You'd see what you get
The best version of me
It's so clear
Looking through
of me
I'll beat your nani senseless with the utmost sense of urgency
Turn me up, like you listening to Jodeci
But I don't have to take my shirt off for
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
a chicken wing
I eat em one by one, good clean fun
No need to bring a gun, come and get some
Of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible
Stay
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be
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