Lyrics:
Lemme tell y'all a lil' story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give
hacerlo todo by your fucking own
Desagradecidos no quiero al lado mía tampoco al lado de mis bros
I keep my circle so small ya lo dijo Tox
A tu puta yo le
Walls I had to climb
Started in my room
Started just by writing
Knew I had to move
But the lightning strike hit
2022
Bout to switch my life quick
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
Last night i had a vison i was the best
Woke up the following morning went to studio and gave it my best
Gavem an Album several months later they
culture there's really no need for you
I'll bring the heat to you, when it comes to them glocks
Like Freddie Foxxx, I'm keepin two
I'm known for my scary
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
There's a cause I must found
For my
Legends
And stories
I must build renown
By my fate
I am bound
Take a listen
While trippin
To all that I've written
outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will, now that's wordplay
I'm from the era of gang culture and crack smoke
I rap dope 'cause that
want no stories
Hit the skrip, marble floors, off-white
By ocean drive
Push me to the limit for the better
Act professional together
Poker face on my
And back to killin shit
Back to me sinner
But feel like I'm innocent
Back to me actin like I just don't give a shit
Tellin my story but will they remember
African boy
Kawosoke
Ati de wan ma kawo sori
If e no pain then e no go pay
And that's based on a true story
Leriq on a true story
Kayyz on a true story
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
him D my nigga
KRS-One, him the President come
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
[Ms. Melodie]
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms.
Most black stories don’t have a happily ever after ending,
Which would allow for one to assume that blackness
Does not have a future in happily
album
I saw my flaws
Unlike the first verse, this time
Something was on ground
Like baking a cake
(You gotta make good use of the flour)
Wanna stand
I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that
fans screaming loud
I went to the show it’s 15 niggas in the crowd
Like how the fuck I’m supposed to make it
People ain’t even playin’
My latest album
southern twang is all fantasy
I ain't from NYC, under the facade
I'm a Toronto kid who split into three
But please, go by my character sheet
Young Peezy
I said it's worth more than a Grammy to me
I do it how I'm supposed to
I do it for the culture
I do it for my fam in the city
Who just can't get
us?
Never has this fucked up nation not been ran by racist fucks
White folks tryna embrace our culture why they ain’t embracing us?
Tryna tell us how
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
and wait for you to do right by me
Oh, I don't want to I don't want to
But what I'm gone do
What I'm gone do
Imma alkaline my heart and soul and mind too!
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