Lyrics:
appreciated far beyond you'll ever believe, you know what I'm talkin' about (Scott Francis)
Shout to Carlene, Marcia, the whole Def Jam staff too, it's weird
Whoa, yeah (you're a lucky old girl)
I don't even care if you're too old
Never thought that it'd be like this (like this)
We'll take the year off become
be just fine
Things that never cross a man's mind
That joke is too dirty
This steak is too thick
Ain't no way in the world I'll ever finish it
That
the window "Joe's at it again"
But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen
I mean feds want to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky
An arrogant fuck,
30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these n****s cross me
I'm certified crasy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for
30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggas cross me
I'm certified crasy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for
a thin line, gotta defend mine
And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
Young Tune
Yeah that's what my people call me
50 thousand for the cross
Tryna
that's the name
I'm a kick this off just like a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers and throwing
in his chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this TEC until nothing remains
Slick criminal wit,
or I'm coming for your fucking neck
I know it's in my name but on this track I ain't feeling dead
Super Saiyan drip wrapped around my waist and by my legs
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
Death came to life when He called me by name
Scarlet sins had a crimson cost
You nailed my debt to that old rugged cross
An empty slate at the empty
walls
Death came to life when He called me by name
Scarlеt sins had a crimson cost
You nailed my debt to that old rugged cross
An еmpty slate at the empty
track, ain't ready for that
Red carpet, i be swagging it
Swagger jagger, Christopher Wallace
I'm breaking all of her fucking nails
Count your best, I'm
ahead of? Not us
I'm in a truck called SRT or somethin'
Doin' Need for Speed or somethin'
Hundred thousand my key or somethin'
Two hundred my Jeep
been singing for tips|Down at the local bar||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this
and his so-called peers
So, like Visine drops, let me make this clear
I'm Dax, and I been in a different tier
And it's fire, fire, call for help
My desire
No Rosi Cross across the pendants
A crucifixion when they bear false witness
It's superstition gospels written by mystics
A new beginning Christian
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
should go away
Way too much for me to wanna throw away
I'm hopin' that you're racin' through the signs
I got a surprise and it ain't even Valentine
from my head, materialize and take on a consistency
I'm miserably failing
My ailment seems to be prevailing
Much further than Christopher Cross ever
Don't make me do this
I'm way too wavy
I'm too wavy for ya
I keep on going, yeah I keep on moving
There's tings around me, please don't make me do
beats like 007 I'm Daniel Craig
This pain made me dwell in a realm of the mystics
I learned linguistics
Theres too many times have I showed them cryptic
exalted by a wise man
Straight up stupid and now I'm brainless
Up early, getting fried too late
I'm lit and I think I'm burnt out
Cause I felt my mind melt
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