Lyrics:
Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with
a Plan to go Get it
Niggas be acting saucy, can't move By talking
Going, this hard gon' cost me, on Lock like car Key
Greatness on wax, you can't touch
Yo I wish I could bring back the west African black rhinoceros
They straight up don't exist anymore
Every jump shot you take you miss
But bring it
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
a photo album
Disorganized has the other file
Bein flamboyant like ? herbal user, slash, barracuda
with key maneuvers like silent troopers of styles
a black sea
I hardly had an income but it was easy
An awesome world awaited with a cheap key
And sometimes in the garbage
They were just free
And that's how
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
demeanor from dad
Hereditary black holes, you sick of me, so my bad
Distractions, I try to fill voids with
Provided by passion, to block out the voices
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that
rush to drop an album..still
Got g's and car keys...wasn't stressed without one...yo wonder how
Come
I ain't rappin and I'm stayin
down, used to get respect, but check
Day from the 2 to deaf die hard, went to pull thy card (??)
Rather die scarred, oh my Lord
I got the keys, he gave
a shepherd i’m like Steph
I shoot with the best but the
Key is in my leg-work
All I wanna hear is that invest word
Otherwise skate
There’s nothin uglier than
in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's
everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
Rucka Rucka please go drown and shut up
Every Google image looking like
You taking dick up
I've sold more than all your albums
All with just an EP
on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
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