Lyrics:
sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If
If niggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly
a flame
A blue flame jumping off a gas stove
Somebody lit i was three years old
I felt fear, real fear
For the first time in my life but i
Remember it also
is over
I'm givin' you the best that I got, startin' over
Pullin' the leaves off the trees to turn them over
Diana Ross said it's the sweetest hangover
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Check it
I first studied my kung fu in the Brakalak
In the center of ( ? )
This had to be about ten years back
Before I ever even heard of a 24
When I went and I was heated right after
I went and for like a year i don't know
If there was a moment when I realized
Shit was best for me
But my mom
to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chill,
lived my whole life reckless
Dreaming of another way to reignite the light in me
Honestly, I wish I could've given you the best of me
Break my back
wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
Puff the magic komodo bitch
Rappers
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
a little loss
"I really miss you baby" like that song by Diana Ross
I wish that I could kiss your cheek, I know that'll make you smile
I wish that I could be
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
dressed
This past year left me stressed and depressed
Finally decided to move back to my hometown and so far it's for the best
Barely made it through
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
Trying to ask are we gonna sit in the right place?
R.I.P. to Dru Money cuz I heard he died this year
Loved that Never Enough still be playing it thru my
sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
Step into my time machine
Come and catch a vibe and read
Out of the Diary of a Pimpy Kid, my autobiography
5 years after 93 - found some new
of the best in my entire life
I also want to shout out everybody that participated in I-Fair with me the two times I did it
Rafael Cho, Milo Camaya, and James
Diana Ross
I just want the neck, I'm gettin' confused, why is your panties off?
Might never see my face again, I feel like Jabbawockeez
Nigga, I'll
the head from years of taking shots
Y'all don't like my music? Y'all don't like my theatre
Well subtweeting don't work, so no more self defeating
What I
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
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