Lyrics:
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
to some lofi and I start to feel invisible
People pass me by and I think life isn't so difficult
Listen to some beats and I realize I'm just so typical
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
more bars
So he wrote the lines
Spat just right
And banger vocals came through that mic
But now he needed the beat
Almost like his heart
Something deep,
of the album
Is the main part talking about a lot
We talked about everything the story does not end
By the age of 20, it is just beginning
We the fathers
He don't need keyboards
He don't need guitars
He's a rapper rapping over a beat
And he's gonna mention by name every street
In this rap about Newport
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
crashed out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling from a hundred stories high
Don't doubt him
Will he make it?
Continued next album
Will he
they won't
stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
by!"
And I'll come
Truth like Beanie Siegel first album (album)
Yeah, sit Moroccan couches
Fountain of youth crib like Mott Haven Housing
Beat it up, eat the wrong
you're by my side
It's a treat just to fucking breathe
The air you breathe out makes me come alive
For you my heart beats a melody
If loving you's a crime
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
the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find
and Dre is
Momentarily lost for words
He stands grinning, admiring
His flexing plecs, twitching in time to
The beat sweet Simultaneously a brilliant
Gimmick
[Sole]
Dear El-Pee,
How's your summer been?
Mine's been fine
I heard you had a real good time at camp
Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
on a beat
That's dinner that you giving me
My songs on the radio
Everybody feeling me
Wanna see a grammy on my shelf
Make it out the bottom by myself
Do these
over, let me see somethin'
Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin'
I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
Yo, before my grandfather died he told
Me: "if you ain't gon' shit
Get off the pipe" and I ain't know what he
Meant right then and there
But I guess
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
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