Lyrics:
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
Ignore my surroundings
And focus on tempo
I find me an album
And then a memento
Ignore my surroundings
And focus on tempo
I find me an album
niggas but readin' be makin me sleepy (hey!)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggas stuck on one and them I ran by
Claimin' they fly but
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
And what am i to say?
Wasn't i once on for you?
And what am i to say?
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by chance.
Four for the door, five for
eccentric
Fresh prince of this city, moving like I am Hamlet
Got my arms heavy like I'm Tony Soprano
I got no limits to ammo
Carm by my side, you've got
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say
Blinded by the future
Everything is past
Walking with my head down, God don't let this last
She wear pretty colors
Makes up what I lack
In muted
me on lock
While the safest of bets, ain't after it
Baking this game, I batter it up
And even it out again
Like I am finishing up my second album
It's
blood death shall not have its toll
And I am just a writer attempting to aid the Holy role
So please take a seat, but the album on repeat
Close your eyes
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
you'll listen to all year
And by hit I'm not talking about what you get from a vape
I'm talking about what you gonna hear on this tape
yeah
Some people
anywhere, and I’m burned on trust
They made a mutt out of mud, and they named me a savior, well
I can’t save her, and he’s still lying so I am
Guilty by
wasn't setting yo bedding
I don't get it
This wasn't gonna be on the album
But my momma the reason
I made this album
Without her
I wouldn't be where I am
I
a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
Yeah
So I heard you like to party
Me too
Uhhh
Let's Go
6 am like overnight (6 am like overnight)
7 am on the flight (7 am on the flight)
And I
write an album under comatose
I am unconscious yet so focused
I'm ultimate high I'll ride
Till I'm hopeless i know what I started and
I don't plan
people I've wrongly placed in
Reciprocated by my hatred
got to let go of that
Get back on track
Plot it out, make a map
Straight back on the attack
But
And that's how it ends
It's over. It's done
Little Dxsh. Little Dxsh
I am fucking plastered right now, but, you know, life goes on
Sometimes you
die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us
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