Lyrics:
operas why is you so dramatic
Why is you over exaggerating with all the chatter
Slapping me on my back hoping that something happen
Give me a second or two
Rio
The point I'm tryin to make is to let you all know
It takes a long time to travel the globe
But now we gotta start this whole process all over again
Naw
Bitch woah
Fuck it woah
I’m at the back of the house and I’m smoking that government dope yeah
When this all over I’m spending some money to put
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!)
H-town! Pitbull, Bun B..
My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!
All my
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
starts coming out my nose
It's somebody watching the Ak'
But I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
starts coming out my nose
It's somebody watching the Ak'
But I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
on your skin we found heaven
She said she heard of me from that album Want
She used to bump it in the Target parking lot
In her ninety-seven Dodge
and he's
57! No sooner when I got back to
The cell at 2: 45 pm, i was back
Out to take the test
For the suicidal-protection
Aide job i passed with a 100, no
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
and cardboard
When we'd get pulled over, we'd just stuff whatever it was to the side and take a left
Turn, sliding the package down to the steering column
Cops
time
Baby this our year
Bout peace in yo rhymes
Let me hear ya say yeah
Yeah had to take it there
Cuz if I take it back
You won't make it there
Who what
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
it
Back to me get it back to me now
Take a breath and realize
No compromise
You and me are over now
So sad
You burned me out
You shut me out
Bolted up
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Take me back to November
Take me back
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
sendin'
(Ask them)
Kick back takes seconds
Really ain't nothin' to
Smoke man's bredrin
(No)
If the shotty sneezes, it's spreadin'
(Baow)
The mandem crash
the ocean is
Wind it back I'll take it slow
Leave you with that afterglow
Show you what devotion is
Deeper than the ocean is
It's the way that you can
over right here, to the right
Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
Aight, look look, park right here
I'm ma be out it'll be like 30 minutes tops
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
pervasive
Across American history
And especially in the long war
On drugs so remember
That exchange we will come back to it
Tonight in this report
About
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
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