Lyrics:
just send letters to anyone but I'm just so busy
I'd just don't want to upset her
Y'all got to admit that you hit me all the fucking time
When I said
styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
[Puff Daddy]
clearly"
"Time is money, got no time to waste minutes"
This ain't play time, we don't waste time
"Time is money"
My style's like crackhouse and how
I hit
When in need of a sign (Yeah)
Apollo
Doodle bop productions
And this, a hit, don't miss
or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had
Nirvana started as a live band
(Don't all bands?) we played around
For two years before the
Release of Bleach in June, 1989 at the time
Live shows
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
And then guard kind of gets lowered more and more
I think you should release that
Yeah? Very honest? I'm worried people are going to like
No, I think it's
lonely up here
I ain't the guy who gon' break from the pressure, it's snowy, my pipes are not frozen up here
I don't wanna hear about these YouTube
an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?
Now, who you know without any flaws?
That lives above
Yeah! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home yo.
Yo yo yo
force
And yes my name is Martin but I feel more Malcolm
Hit you with darts, the album before the album
Split you apart, I grind but still allude
listening in
You're busy fuckin with the rappers who are already big
But I just push it to the side like all the feelings I live
And if you think that I'll
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even mean it
Here's a generic love song
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
A Town and don't you eva get it confused
Cause we the ones that sold it to
The dude that sold it to you
First album out the trunk I
Started makin some
the bench, I'ma score
I could hit a million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure
They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore
Who let these kids in the door?
You
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