Lyrics:
and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already
this dro, and let's get woozy
Turn the flat screen off, girl forget that movie
Follow me to the bed room, or we can hit the back of the mayback
It's
("shit")
Oh, ("shit")
It's for my honeys with money that own ("shit")
My blowed niggas, get money and grow ("shit")
Oh
I ain't got no fur coat, but I
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I don't get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Y'all said I
on
But I don’t run from it dawg
I want eyes on this
I want albums with no skips
You got your mind on that
I got my mind on this lil' bitch, that’s why
I
can make it out
Stuck in my mind to pass the time, alone without a sound
And I'm alright, I promise
I'm being real honest
Just listen to this album
into full sentence
Write it all down when I don't get it
Bullheaded, putting part truths into slow rhyme
Locust in the sky, now it's go time
Bullheaded,
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
[Kuniva]
If you a loud
up by a mile
Said it with a smile
You ain't gettin racks you get buying
I'm the kinda guy who be trying
To make the best of it
I be never resting kid
a honeymoon for the summer tryna get a six-pack for it
Say I won't catch 'Crae slippin' in the studio at like 3 AM
Autograph that forehead with a Sharpie pen
hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killin', NBA ain't no 'tainment
Sippin' drank meetin' 'bout the case
Buy the smoke by the block if it's
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
knocking down your fucking man
Streaming my album, call me ass, you a fucking fan
Sit on your ass all day, you ain't a fucking man
Say you gonna get rich,
denied
It's the Alpha Dog homie catching you all by surprise
Fuck this writer's block like the drama from my past
Tell my life's story and put them haters
Coast thing get to you
Sometimes I try to do good
But I just can't be
It's hard to get myself to
Do things that ain't me
And y'all should thank me
But my
home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event
When his album ain't even last long, it came and went
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
the stu and spits his damn mind
That's talent, That's generational
Y'all like groupies watching his every move)
If my album don't drop
Prolly got caught by
.jpg/179px-Whitesnake_San_Antonio_2015_6_(Cropped).jpg "David Coverdale & Whitesnake")
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