Lyrics:
fraud?
Looking in the mirror
Really feeling like a man at war
Take another sedative, hit the bed
Again then I fall, Then I fall
Right into the fog, brain
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
Aye
Aye
Aye
Bitch
Aye
Bitch, aye
Aye lil boy want ice cream
Aye I say yo gimme that Spongebob one
Gimme that yellow one
Man I want that ice cream
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
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
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
I'll make a singing track and then I make a banger like this
I like to embarrass myself so I'm just growing a bit
On each album so I'm making all
the hoes
My brody, he don't fight, dawg, duh, he got a pole
I been waitin' for to drop a album, I know this gon' be cold
Know, I can right and I can
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin'
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I know it's gettin'
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
as you think
Just put my words together you’ll see
I am not gonna be Desiigner and put up one good hit
Then tomorrow realize my that music ain’t shit
I
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
rap for a decade and when they went to hit play
They were blown the fuck away by everything I had to say
I was broken I was hopeless I had nothing
But
wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school
Lord please forgive me I know you remember that
6 Peer
Hit a lick in a goofy fit, yeah i call that a goofy lick
Disney plus but this shit not for little kids
I can teach you how to gaslight but be prepared
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
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