Lyrics:
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
feel sick every time I look in her eyes
I see her and all my energy dies
Once a year goes by then you're gonna see a surprise
When I am gone and I'm
an album
The story will start in a sorrowful sanctum
By the end of it, I'll have a different outcome
Of how I see life, still I won't be enlightened
I shoot
Bag in the streets
And I'm just trying to be
Left home at seventeen
'Cause I couldn't breath
So if I show you who I am I just hope you'd understand
told me
No gang
But i guess i been drinking all day
Oh dang
I was raised by the streets
With my own kind
Niggas got me tripping shit
For the wrong
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes
From an environment, freestyle's a requirement
Upon every album
don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved
to me, I can just read your mind
You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now
Uh, but believe I remember it all
I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in
I am from the streets where thuggies dyin plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
know I'm back on it and bringing you that action
Whenever I am on the beat I'm coming at you in fashion
I see these people in the street got juggernaut
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
Blowing 20 then I'm out
Not outta money just let the driver know when to bounce
Stop by [?] for the crab cakes
Lap dance by a bitch who still on back page
trying to breathe
I speak with fiery speech
I am besieged by liars
Trying to be what I am
But I am unique
Maybe it's finally time that I leave
And find
Had a spiral notebook in his hand
Handed me a chewed up pen
An' I ask you, "What am I signin' up for?"
I scrolled down that wrinkled page
Saw
streets
Pride is in my land and trust me i am so deep
I'm coming back with the trophy hold me? you gon sleep
We could say that we eating but it's crumbs
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
for that real
And not living into a fictitious mirage lately
I make black letters on white pages come to life
Make em' swing dance with each other
Looking for that moment
When that first album
Makes that personal record sale
Well
Look here's a mirror
Yeah
Reflection of me shows clearer
It does
Cuz
a branch from someone with a strong mind
Lend your hand out, I don't see none
Guess I'm by myself until I see some
Just anything even an opinion
Just to help
the page
(Yeah)
People judge me by my age
(Yeah)
Get the fuck up out my way
(Yeah)
I'm just tryna go get paid
(Yeah)
So I'm steady rapping and writing
I
to take cold showers or have some sort of exposure to cold water, there must be something to it. So here I am, a doubter, doing it and stimulating my vagus
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