Lyrics:
in a foreign door, foreign shit with a foreign bitch
Been in a corner, I got sirs waitin' for a fix
Bend her over, she won't throw it back, standing
I got lots of problems
And I'm tryna put one in the air
I'm tryna find a better deal
Dealing my way out this hell
Life is a gamble
All in is my only
Peculiar, oolier, noodle your grape
Lot of days spent in the cage, wasn't what you think
Washing clothes with the toilet water, drinking out the sink
Hard
Like bitch this shit hip-hop isn't the shit it once was and
I'ma fix it
Rewind like I'm in the mix
Designed to be in the mix
Keep playing, guess who ima
gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill!
on any main stream artist and they ghost writer
Me by myself I'm my own writer
Hard not to sleep when i see your flow tired
I'm so wired
Once the project
got his little bother actin' all outrageous
From dusk to dawn and from dawn back to dusk
They do anything and everything tryin to come up
It's kinda
Power, Absolute Power
I do hip hop and I mix it wit the hard rock
'Cause I'm in this rhyming for climbing
Tech N9ne he's unwinding the shining is
trying different ideas
Paul is a classically trained pianist
Who is as close to hip hop as he is to the blood in his veins
I am an old school rap and r&b
started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got
got some ass to kick, so we gon' throw it in the mix, and turn it up, make you do flips, and when my rhyme passes my lips into your ear, know it's
thang)
(It feels good, yeah) Naughty, Naughty
Hey, ever since back in the day
From, "O.P.P." down to, "Hip Hop Hooray"
Who invented party anthems
shit
Ka me ha me so so lit
I mix Hip Hop with the soul music
And everybody asking if I wrote this bit
I say no no no i row smooth ships
Drop a freestyle
got that relative who say dumb shit
Generation curses working, no I wasn't never perfect
Ladies, babies off limits, I'm a clown, blaze first
Glances
I'm reminded of the fallen in so many ways.
Hip Hop's too young for these here memories,
Of seeing rappers going back to pure energies.
Hook:
It
I'm back I ain't go far (what!)
They want me to fall off that's bizarre (what!)
They movin with no crib and no car
Bam! bam! homes I go so hard
club that are hidden in town
We do it two by two moving back and forth
Baby catch my steps, DJ play my song
If you falling short than I got your hips
We
business we go hard as fuck
Building our own palace and the pillars give the crown to us
You need a 16 killed send Sir Yebs some dollars
A bucket to save
I'm smokin' my cigs by the pack
I got me a lot on my neck
Enemies down in my plate
Money in place
If you wanna talk put a bag to my face
We gettin'
my growth
I value people close to me and that's my biggest oath
And to my brothers nlyb that's fucking quote
I'm working hard to get respect by all
here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
You gon' love the shit I do to hip-hop this year
You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this
that hip hop
Listened to greatest and that shit flip flopped
Bitch
Smoking on that gas and it got me in a leg lock
The shit I say
Is the shit I do
hip
And hippies hop
Please don't let this flop
Cause I can rock all night
Like kid rock
I work hard
So there is some sweat in my socks
Man I am the corn
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
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