Lyrics:
the album, y'all got me feeling important
But I never gas myself, was taught to practice humility
Besides, boasting and bragging just takes up too much energy
dandy
Now picture wisdom this intense inside of ghetto fences
That judge the language and the wisdom that was taught by pennies
That came from mothers
I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle
"Oh I got your hoe, besides nigga
I don`t even listen to rap"
I said, "How you know a motherfucker rap?"
She say, "Ain`t you 40-water?
I read
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh
[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
money merely talking over drums
Just to sell ah single album got me sweating by the gallons
As I got my eyes on being next wit ah razor sharp talent
As I
rejuvenation
Triple album project
Detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and barrettas
Part-time hostages in pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museam
Norwegian
the morning and I've only done one song
20k on champagne in the club, then 20k more just because
That's 40k in three hours but everybody watching my section
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
can So i can GO
Scraper Whip Them Whips near by
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
Verse3
me and the trumplus in the luck
im so flatland like table park
Sa bránil ako mohol
Chceš mu zviazať krídla tak to
By on radšej zdochol
Za 40 rokov, preletel už dlhu cestu
No vždy sa vrátil tam kam
Patrí na ulicu
"You know when you wake up
And right before you're actually awake
When there's like that split second
Where you're not, like, bombarded by
Look Back) I present the Ruby
Jubilee Tetralogy four albums for our forty
Years in the mainstream when they reminisce over
Me I pray that they say
right by you is a corrupting thing
'Cause I was surrounded by bliss
But the rage between my fingertips
Took me too far from where I stood
With warm dirt
Fuck with us, come try it
Fuck it up, we a riot
If these kids wanna hear something fresh we supply it
Then we come back for more by this game we
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
album is no exception.
The CD edition on the esteemed Ottawa label The Beautiful Music is housed in a beautiful gatefold digipak with artwork by Jamie
Life preserver of an album by the Kings
Gotta face death before you can face life
Gotta know what's wrong before you know what's right
Gotta see space
at this .40 in my hand (Bitch!)
These shiny ass guns are filled with 30 round hollows
And the devil saying he want my soul to borrow
I'll tell you this
needed this on my album, young mogul with the bars, black hole among stars; trap flow stay hard, make you scream good god; student of the rap game, music
it)
And you know that choppa hold 50
Patek watch, cost me 350 (50)
Play my album and you know it's litty
Tryna (tryna), get it (get it), out the (out
I went from playing with legos
To smoking up rellos with all of my fellows
The business is private move silent
The album is new, but the hair is so
leaf
That's how I'm living
This 40 poking out my PRP's
I look like a boss
I smell like some new
If I were one these bitches
I'd fuck with Mulah too
It's
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