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going to be a straight-up hip-hop album
And the other project, I don't know what the name of yet
I'll give that to you in singles as well
And that has
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
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
heading straight up to the fucking moon
I
Do what I do and
I’m doing it well
You worry bout me
No shit I can tell
You want me to fail
You want me to lose
Im
fish
I'm from down by the water, C Port represent
Yeah, at first I took a hit, got a blunt that I just rolled up
Grab my cup, take me a sip, yeah, this
low
It’s all mumbles,
So what if this album goes big? I’d be humbled
For a second. Take a second. You perplexed?
My girl hasn’t hit me on a text
In so
to go but up
As you fly over town
It gets harder to frown
And we'll all hit the heights
If we never look down
Let the past take a bow
The forever
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
Bandito
pull up with the heat oh and I bet I’ll get them out they seat though
Tell em we need more, bottle service by our seats though, my Shawty got
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha’s gunna’s music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from
so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
The Feds Still Watchin, Well Imma Give Em Somethin
Check Billboards, Numba 1 Album In The Country
The Radio Ban, The Snow Video Play
Guess Wat Fuck Niggas We
watch your mouth
We ain’t in for the clout
Thinkin digits Big Amounts
Smoke Mary Jane whenever I’m in doubt
Still making hits
Mike Trout
Left her lookin
[Speaking Adlib]
Yeah, DC, Stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye Tutter
the rock is in the building
and as far as I'm concern we
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
must've made my money longer
Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder
Tyler write through the scripts
Wyclef make them hit's
If I knew I wasn't sure I'd
at the table...
Well they took him on a cross to a calvary Mary watched the stone by night and day
An angel came and told her on third day he had risen
But
pulled up on boo (Ear Drummers)
New Mary jeans, designer socks too
I got the swag flu, this a haiku
I'm somethin' like you, might drink and drive too
boots that I'm itching to rummage
Two quid in my back pocket who knows what I'll spend it on
A well-used telescope or maybe even Tron
On DVD, because I've
never stay, Yeah
Might as well get away let them hate
I'm Rick James I love Mary Jane
Lemon Haze, AK, fuckin' every strain
What were we talking about?
crackers think they sick,
By trying to make this bullshit affordable.
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well
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