Lyrics:
don't work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, it's like they outta rock
No publicity stunts before the album drop
What
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
a d.j. now I'm on the faders
Cutting up the wax like I put it on a grader
Banging on a five piece made by Gretsch
The beat keeps going like my dick gone
It's a 404
My life's all a lie
My whole life's a lie
5:18am, I'm talking bout a Maybach at a racetrack, face facts
J-Doc said no laid back, wheel
What the hell just happened?
What will my future hold?
Replaced by a little computer
My wife has to be told
Chorus:
A.I. A.I. - you've replaced me
3 hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
this track is the third hit thats for sure
beat thick, remenising of a bottecelli,
I'm like a cheetah hunting out
So long
I'm waving bye bye bye (Bye bye)
Bout to turn five times five, aye aye (Aye aye)
Cap'n Davey sliding by with the vibes, I'm high (High)
Hi
facts to speak
The way I get this cash you'd think I'd print it like a factory
Yes I run this shit
It's too easy like a track to me
I got some people that
what I say
Can't wait for a reach out goes both ways
Look forward to the future can't dwell on old days
Step on the track I'm confident I know that I'm
Vroom! Get at me the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime, I ain't lyin'
I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down
a factory nigga/No questions aint no askin me nigga/How I got it out the Mud, I bossed up, just ask the factory nigga/
Hated on by many men, for tryina ball
know, 1
2 3 4 5 6 10, i'm comin' with the dimes
I be stuntin'
He's goin' crazy! Gimme the hook
Who the fuck remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the fuck
a decent
And safe place to live (yeah, that's right)
And if we start dotting the
Black Community with businesses (YEAH)
Opening up factories
(WHAT ELSE?)
should be walking in flames
Everyone shoot not all of them aim
I knew I was different when all of them changed
Play on that track dont get hit by the train
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy well tell him I said he's a dead beat
I taught myself to be a man now you see
Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad
Snapchat, rap the wack trap
These beats yeah I blast back
Future raps yeah her ass fat
Weed rolled in wraps fuckin' pass that
You know how it is
Homies in
Snapchat, rap the wack trap
These beats yeah I blast back
Future raps yeah her ass fat
Weed rolled in wraps fuckin' pass that
You know how it is
Homies in
on a track
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
What's up? Vieš čo, celý víkend som bol v
Herni, aj by som došiel
Keby mi tak hrozne nešla karta
Hehe, tak ty si dobrý chudec
Trunk music shit,
mind
An archaeologist, dusting off ancient relics
Lyrical gems, taken from ancient tombs
Rhymes killed in the womb
By these capitalist baboons
Destroying
Money standing 6'5" matte black Benz then I switch rides
Put you in a coffin just like an Egyptian
Watch me switch gears like a stick shift
I took your
the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself, I'm on my own
But homes I could set the tone myself
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote
Get loose where rap hit snooze
I speak more truth for the youth than the 5 o'clock news
Now what do you choose, nonsense or the real
Or would you rather
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