Lyrics:
things are lookin' on your side
But I still wanna pull up, you feel me?
Uh
Cause I mean you feature me on the album
And I'd like to
You know be present for
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Looking at the years ahead of me
Keep wondering
How many albums imma have to put out before recognition happens
But does it really matter?
I'm happy where
Yuh
I met this girl the other day four years ago be exact
And I never thought in my life that she'd be the one changing that
Thought bet let's have
need a statue
Yeah, I said it, who did it like me?
Who want the dice? Nigga bet it
Twenty-plus years, I ain't even gotta sell it
I ain't even got
I'm walking on by all the bitches be drooling
Gucci juicy yeah
I want the knowledge yeah niggas be schooling
Know how I do it
You know how we do it
a year or two
Bloom underground
Like a rose grown out of stool
Polish up your shit
Time to get a better attitude
Threw em all a kick
Kung fu'd my way out
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
been talking about this shit
Since I was seven years old
We must have ordered something
There’s a man at the door
Some vegetable peeler thing
I don’t
Got the time to time to feel pain, sitting on Volvo's
Coming with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
By the end
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
built different, I was never breastfed
When I was two years old
I was dropped on my head
In school like Dej Loaf, they'd try me
But just like the second
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town?
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year
Living out my pockets
Never had no food stamps
Yeah I had to get it
So I had to do that
Beg you pardon I'm an artist
Tell me what you'd do then
If that's
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
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