Lyrics:
Warner Brothers
We started on his album
He wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was
Generated from G
it's part of my character that I wanna put in a film with David Lynch
I showed my friend Jon Twin Peaks and Eraserhead, he really got into it and said it
Wu-Tang said you best protect your neck
'Cause I ain't got no heart for you, for you I have no heart
My crew'll rip your ass in two like in Jurassic Park
Yeah
It's my tape, man
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited
Time went by
All I could do is cry
Silly, silly)
Woo
If I was your best
Under city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open just to keep his heart racing (clear)
[Chorus]
Will he make
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
And scrolling thru the role he's bound by letting truth be told we out
To make a difference
In a day age where hate is senseless
No one's tryna catch a fade they
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did he say
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
he decided
Vision impaired
By the tears
As I'm writing
In a few years
We did what some
Won't ever do in life
On stage let's be honest
Never were
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
Call me Belly
If we beefing, ain't no biggie
You gone end up MaKaveli
R-I-P to Pac, baby girl stop
He only went back 'cause I broke his little heart
ain't your man (haha)
Please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
First we get to talkin', then we get to touchin'
If we get past
beyond his years, he's the best I guy I know
I find the older I get, it's like the less that I know
This world's confusing, sometimes I feel all
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
the album way back
And hold out on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did they say that?
Yo, did he say
to the top now tell me are you ready
Headed to the top like my Father, like he told me
I’m Blessed By the Best and you are gonna see me
What I told to you now
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them
First emergency, doctors
of the best directors in the country
Like Harve, Ar T (?), Cazh (?), and the MacDonald brothers Luke and Nick
Around 2010, I started working with a guy by
And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
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