Lyrics:
my line?
There's nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there?
In terms of Roman numerals
He's IV league with
my line?
There's nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there?
In terms of Roman numerals
He's IV league with
Hey, why aren't you happy with how you exist?
How could we wish for anything more than this?
Pained words and clenched fists, we debate our demands
neck, you know it
Alright, yeah
Yeah alright, yeah
Came up in this with a plan to change some lives
But somewhere along the way, we changed mine
I hope
on the ground!
Hear the drums
Hannibal comes!
Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by
Roma's far-reaching grasp
Gentlemen,
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
rude
Watch where you step don't step on my roots
Boy I'm grounded rendezvous
I'm speaking life multiplied by two
The seeds that I sow gon turn into
Remember me? Like father, like son
Had a million dollars 'fore I was one
'Cause my daddy hustle
We good now
'Cause my daddy hustle
We out
’ll be mourning (the beast)
When we return home, I’ll say good morning
To the Army and then we’ll be soaring
Back to where we came from
[Verse 2]
soul into an album, felt no one else could bite it
Dreams for dollar signs replaced by thoughts of being godly, iris
But my iris couldn't take the signs,
this is fate, I'd hate to
See the seeds she created, and so we waited
Though it takes time to build
A body and a mind
She reclines nine months then
Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects,
came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine
came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine
ain't "V"
Y'all dudes is real pastry
If you at the top of the standings
You about to get knocked by the 8th seed
Because we all take the fast lane only
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
We the best music for real
Ooh, this album has began
I am The Muffler Man
The man who hid behind a, hid behind a trash can
The man who didn't even
tryna sow a seed
Fuck your new music I'm still having sex with Jodeci
So y'all got paid to cypher here and
We don’t get any appreciation
Well let's call
When morning comes
Let's forget it's ever dark
You hold me close
We go walking through the park
Bright dove-tipped trees
Urban arteries in bloom
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
running this shit like I'm cardio
Don't forget that I'm hitman
Knock em down one by one like I'm good with the dominos
College life we was smoking shit by
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