Lyrics:
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
The hunger in your tummy
I'm always pushing myself to the limit
Making sure I stay ahead
You made me who I am, from the words you said
Some people have
so it's like what's gonna work for you is not gonna work for me and visa versa
But also, ya know
That's how we connect with certain people
Because
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
deals with people, I don't like to owe 'em
Only pair of Converse that I got were some Rick Owens ones
He ran out too quick and then he walked, he really
at yo people dog)
When it ain't nowhere to turn to
(When you stuck shit outta luck
(And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog)
Could you tell me
a friend, I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this
to the music as we move through the streets
The way we make you move, it's a party, people. The way we make you groove, it's a party, people
The things we make
creativity, control you with
Money and Adidas allowed me to
Make my whole clothing line
Which I wanted to do
And it was just like a little
Bit of oxygen you
ride (on me)
If you don't know who I am
Well I guess it's time to show you what's up
For all the people hatin' on me
All the people sleepin' on me
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahaha
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
semen on me like James Charles did before
Like you gotta have a permit to do so before that
Sike, you don't the right to do
People wants to commit murder
Waited, it's just, you know
I've been waiting for a long time to put out an album
And a lot of people have asked me to put out a new album, put out new
up,
Come with me and watch come people get done up.
Recking shop just for fun bro, is the motto we life by,
And all I’ve got is my fam,
So if you mess
Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag, almost hack up a lung
Like you picked an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan,
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
I knew you before and I saw you
At a wedding and I remember you telling me
I want people to know this side
Of you and different things
Like this and I
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
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