Lyrics:
you wan call em
An I'd rather be fixin' old problems
I can be ya role model
I know you grown, you can do what chu wanna
But a man is a father
the news
And i'm not talking about politics not what we gonna do
But i'd like to welcome you to this album I produced,
Welcome to
Dylan, Land, Y
Why it's
than fabric
Far from average, 357 on me
Knockin' Cam' Horse & Carriage shit
If I was you, that'd be embarrassin'
Told Slay if this rap don't pop
Fuck
for me
(If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake)
Just got some shoe polish, painted my face
They say they want you successful, but then they
Yes yes y'all
The best y'all, yes yes y'all
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yes y'all
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every
getting recognized
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison
Miracles within him
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen
It's like I've been
more ill
Make ya want to holler like Marvin, did I mention I'm starvin and quite thirst
Meanin what, meanin that I'm a do whatever it take to make sure
dream? If you knew you couldn't fail, what would you do? And at this point, I'm drunk. It's late at night. I'm looking for another job. And so I basically
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt
butt
If you was in Egypt you'd lie to King Tut
You claim to do things no one could achieve
You said you did things Ripley's wouldn't believe
That's a lie
slipped onto his
That one time you stayed out too late - and was date raped
Or was grooving at the club - was looking for some love
And in the heat
rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my
Poppin' bottles in the club (In the club)
Feel like dynamite, the way I'm blowin' up (Blowin' up)
If you wanna' party, then pull up (Brr)
Been
more ill
Make ya want to holler like Marvin, did I mention I'm starvin and quite thirst
Meanin what, meanin that I'm a do whatever it take to make sure
[Intro:]
First of all you gotta understand
This album is not about
Me trying to show somebody I can do reggae music
Or I'm reggae or anything like
crazy
Anything but lazy, I can't sleep
'Cause if I do, there's another motherfucker wide awake on the creep
Tryna kill you and he will too
We livin' like
number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster
If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
If you
(ride da d, ride da d, ride da d)
Jump on da d (x6)
Yo, bitch, you know you want it!
Jump on da d (x6)
This a fat dick, bitch, get on it
[verse 1
tunes exclusively 'bout drinking at the club
Not a candy rapper, I ain't making albums full of pop
I ain't Macklemore or Logic, Lil Dicky or Asher Roth
Hey I heard you were a wild one
Ooh
If I took you home
It'd be a home run
Show me how you'll do
I want to shut down the club
With you
Hey I
baste in it
And the crowd going manic
Get to their heads with techniques
They don't understand it
Things that you'd learn if you were a bandit
I'm another
Still believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) "I'm high!"
(I'm high!) Yeah, and you
gotten a little dark
I rubbed my chin like JJ, yeah, you already know
Had to do a B&E on the industry, so I broke the windows
He didn't ask if I was
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