Lyrics:
to think about, I got a lot of pain
But, we all do
I know you need to know we're gonna get through it
Everything is gonna be okay"
Hurt a lot of people
lame, money can't change you
I'm a bigger artist, and I don't care if we on the same label
I'll put a baby and a plan B in the same cradle (grr, baow)
the version they wanted to see go and call me the snyder cut
I mean I just might erupt, all you dudes looking kinda sus
Got so many badges so whether these
your back
Wouldn't be the first time that I seen you getting crazy
That's my lil baby
Lil soldier like she came from the navy
Whole lotta water, girl you
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em
Niggas scared of that black
I drop that Black…Album then I back…out it
As the best rapper alive, nigga ask about me
From
off it
Shawty really off it (Shawty really off it!)
Never ever stressin'
Cause we got a lot of options (Cause we got a lot of options!)
Pull up
albums, they got spouses
I dated strippers that trap loud inside they Challengers
To be black and talented, all I've ever been
Took a tour de France
And Shadia, Had To Throw Peace Signs To A Lot Of Ya's
Payback, To The Same Chicks From Way Back
Never Call, Now They Wanna Be Where I Stays At
Now They Got
would've thought
Parking lot shenanigans got me stuck like a mannequin
All I hear is rambling pass the opps we not fans of them
This ain't nothing new this
make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come
to me
whodi got a bently, and whodi got a jag
whodi got a lot of shit that Soulja Slim never had
but, I don't get mad and start hatin, 'cause that's bitch
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
ocean
Lookin’ down Zifeng Tower, I got my eyes open
These days not too many that can keep it trill
Many turned they back on the love ones, do it for
the batter
You paid in full nah
But I got a lot of respect for Hatter
Even though nigga be ignoring
My questions bout business matters
Cat tell me to call
dozen I got a ton of em
Loving in not in love with em really not here to cuddle hun
But I'll come I'm just back and they say I'm troublesome
But I'm way
dozen I got a ton of em
Loving in not in love with em really not here to cuddle hun
But I'll come I'm just back and they say I'm troublesome
But I'm way
Rasta Roots
Ali Shaheed on the mix, man, you got this shit knockin', bro (facts, haha)
We miss you Phife, forever, nigga
Enrgy made this one
How do you do? Lunch Crew
Look
Baby, I'm a savage
I got some shooters that'll cook a nigga cabbage
My daddy didn't marry
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
find his ID; no money, it ain't securities fault you Fucked Up
You baby momma dancing with another nigga and it got you all Fucked Up
You know it don't
the letter B in the wheel
Seat back
Light sayin' tank on E
I got the drank on me
You better bank on me
To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon'
married
Baby got back she be on it doing squats
When I'm In It I be whiping it call me sir mix a lot
Switch lanes when moods change
Excited by games
hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you been
Cause we ain't really seen you out performing
You back up in
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