Lyrics:
I didn't have an office or co-workers or cafeteria. I tried to keep in touch and would call my former colleagues for drinks. I'd buy rounds like old
Introvert
Plan to reach all my desires hope it work
Therefore I been rewriting the new testament my fingers hurt
Okay back to work
Fucking the pen, and it's
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Y'all just writing it on paper I make 3d Raps
I Kill verses like Thanos when they see me snap
Last album for the ladies - yo u see these stats?
How
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
don?t want no bitch
I don?t want to look at lifetime, I?m fine with fuse
Fuck entertainment weekly bitch, find some news
I like Keyshia but I need some
Come figure it out
Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about
If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route
The people who made me came from the South
Mama
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
I'm feeling lately
I'm up next like sequels, no one believes you
Opened up some new doors, when I couldn't put the key through
You'd think I'm evil, I'm
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
But I'm about to go prove it, cause all I'm producing is my selection
I'm chosen by God to go do it and so if you listen to me that's a blessing
My life
just wanna be a good man
And let my family sit in a brand new house down the shore
That I bought with the money from the albums I sold, yo
I was just
Oh yeah I'm right back
Tried to knock me down but I'm right back
Didn't think I'd ever get my fight back
Had to look inside and decide that I'm back
the fucking album
Like we've been doing this like
This ain't nothing new
Ay doing my part so I come out the way tho
Tell me if it hurt if I pull out the draco
divided into half ounce portions, four
Bags and a larger one
I stuffed them in the pockets of my leather jacket, along with the smoking apparatus I'd
Built
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
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