Lyrics:
a detour
I'm solid in my place baby, like a cedar
Real as fuck by the meter
Really love the way you eat her
You're the one I ride along with
Be up in
kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so
Chorus
Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see
'bout to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
don't be mad, uplifting all black women on this track
Leave him girl if he love you he come back
Baby just focus on getting that bag
I'm about to let my
the buildings (huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she could tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl,
're ready, baby gimme gimme some
Why you mad, she ain't give you give you none
Straight face no banger
Coolin' with the crooks and trap stars
Independent
time that this went down, he said, "Mama, I've got to go."
With tears in his eyes, he said, "I'm gonna leave you, baby."
He said, "I ain't coming
cash, baby
I ain't mad, baby
I ain't mad at ya
Clepto
Wake up, motherfucker
How you gon' hook me up with this
With this, with this, with this
I don't
tryna get my music live in stores
And I'm abhorred
By every executive in the war room
"There's been a million come before you"
Like I ain't nothing
to Novice i be putting in work
You're an intern at the office
Listen, I'm a boffin
So I spit words that you're lost with
And then I switch keys so
Lyrically
raise up in the stack
Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass
Will be fillin on the
Foul type, then you say "Hi!" when I pass by
A nigga tryna act
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
the field
I kick it with Gs now
I ain't one of them but I ain't no bitch
If you try me you'll see how
Tonight I'm finna get high
Cause I'm feeling mad for no
Big fish in the water and we hard to harpoon
I'm like open wounds pour the iodide in
Messing with us is like Saving Private Ryan
You acting out of line
to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you
limiting
By any means
I keep the beam
Mark my words
I swear one day
I'm gonna be livin my dreams
SHoota my street and stage name
I also go by Malcolm
the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances
My baby motha be
Life is hard and it's road is rough
And I'm on my grind but it's not enough
All I do is try, time is passing by
I cry, and look to the sky
The other
marrick and I catching felonies
I am not listening to what you're telling me
I am not buying the shit that you're selling me
I'm in the cut with sir duey
baby
At ain't got a call I'm lonely
Trynna lock me up in shackles
Cuz I freed you from me
Ian trynna bash just speaking
Facts getting stress off me
Got
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
With my gang, I pull up, let it bang
down the river with your chick clingin'
To my bizzalls, player, you mad false
Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's
Come on, come on, uh-huh
EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
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