Lyrics:
right here man
All these rappin' niggaz talkin about they dope boys, they real niggaz man
I don't know - I don't see these niggaz, feel me?
So I wanted
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
Brr, yuh
Haha, woah!
Yuh, hey
Let me hear you shout it bitch
I tell her Sam's Not Hot
Tell her Sam's Not Hot
She said 'Babe, you are a savage'
I said
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
SoundCloud
Now I'm chilling by the waves blowing it down finna take my girl to pound town
Said you barely catch me, pop fly
But I might slide by the home base
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
whole life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until that day he run for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring
please
Keep going
Bless me
I never once sneezed, but I still said thanks
It wasn't til later I knew what she meant
But by that point I was already in bed
your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you - that said that I turned pop,
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
right
I have, like, one more year of capitalism left in me, like, I wasn't built for this-
It's just one big active shooter drill
And then I went upstairs
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
label, shit I don't wanna be labeled
Repeat the album stream that shit right off your internet cable, Bam.
My life is a fight but I'm winnin it
Give me
up
I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
Ayo motherfuckin' Trump
Said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tapping in
Fuck a mumble let's make
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
Who said good things only come to you if you wait
Last I checked nobody got shit done that way
Rome wasn't built in a goddamn day
But it was built
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
Ha ha, ha ha
Say ho, everybody say ho
Ba-buh-wayo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
Ba-buh-wayo, everybody say ho
Everybody say
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