Lyrics:
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray
I'm turning back to a madman, can't take
Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage
My basal ganglia's
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not
and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
Back to the days where a single deck would amaze
Ooo they calling me on stage
My life's a movie... 3-2-1
They call action
On set surrounded by
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
singing this song
The album done now u could listen in a hour
I'm putting in the hours yea I'm puttin in the hours
I was in my feels but I'm back and I'm
your lover
I'm getting the backend don't stay at no Weston
Drizzy inspired can't go back for the negatives
I look like I'm puff by the way that I'm
stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He
should’ve asked him how
I think I’m standing too close to the elephant
In the room, in my zone, I am in my element
Took it back to the bars, put it in a cell
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
This song was first released on the Back Home Again album. It is the only album it has been released on.
You can do whatever you want to do
Wherever
shit
And the album y'all ain't ready for that shit
And I hear y'all talking in comments
I outta type sum back
But I ain't nun like you
I just sit back
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
released his nudes
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face
There are no mountains in space
Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
out
On, that flight home gave you some shit to think about
Scrambling trying to figure out, went back to the drawing board
Know they say rejection's
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
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