Lyrics:
a long hit list
In this for this longevity
You more 4th and inches
Competing with my self
And you competing For some mentions
Ain't the judge or jury
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
ain?t never seen a UFO
And I ain?t never seen a ho that?s more important that dough
So Go
[Hook sung by Nina]
All I ever wanted was for him to see
Was
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
Metro Boomin said he got me, yeah
All these rappers try to copy, yeah
Stick to ice, don't play no hockey,
the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
I need to hit a honey off, Jarobi pass the phone
Pulled out my book of hoes, oh yo, Sheila's home
Steady
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
verse, but it's kingdom work 'til I hit the dirt (one)
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's
rapper who you fucking with more
You chose him I guarantee you he ain’t fucking with Moe
I ain’t really need you to answer I just wanted to know
Late night
I hardly even rap no more I just slang pens and keychains
That say names of these assholes' stores
Bob you know I got something good for you
And I'ma
the Rocky face
Hit the joint then pass it like the Courvoisier
Bob Famoso take ya time. and I'll wait
I'll wait
I'll wait
I'll wait
Yo, the one and only,
today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
is trust
Lately feeling like I’m Kobe
Nigga Bob Shaq
Writing hits chillin in the woods like a bobcat
Working on the next joint and the next joint
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
intellect
I had already been practicing my craft for more than a decade by That point
The coward even uttered a faggot in my direction as Prissy and I Left,
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