Lyrics:
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
mane stop harassing me
I did some reflecting
Now im back in my zone
Last year being broke
Im back in album mode
Im back in album mode
Leekoangelo
Made
friends, when I had no plays
Well, right back to my old ways
Right back to my old ways
Uh, wanna show love? No way
No love back on the cold days
When I had
'Fore they put me on stages
'Fact if we go further back
Then I think I can trace it to
Family drives, down the old coast road
Where they all row boats, in
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
yeah
Check it, uh
I guess I take it back to graduation
Got my degree but writin'
Songs was my fascination
I got a job installin' cable
Then I got
For tractors cutting stripes in dirt
For Old Crow Medicine Show t-shirts
For July sunburn skin that hurts
And cherry bomb red lip kiss fireworks
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
fingertips brush my own remains
Take me to the crows
They'll show you where my spirit grows
Out in Adirondack
In a cliff between the cracks
Take me back
Back
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold
Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto
Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show
Hit a back street and put the top up
Stopped
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
back to the thing
Shia Labeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bruh don't tell
Me how to be me though, i love you the
Tribe album
quest, surrounded by some better men
Mind filled with excrement, could use some potent medicine
Days feel as pointless as adventures from the minute men
a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killin' your shit
On a couple tracks I just never played it
Pussy nigga you
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
Keep 1 up in the chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
Quick, that's why niggas watch'n niggas back, 'cause they
Gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggas
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