Lyrics:
at the mall, shoot hoops too
Whole crew rockin' suit's made by Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce
(It's a blue spruce)
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?
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
I'm like Toni Kukoc
Had a good coach
Ears open whenever he spoke
Cause he knows
He hits the shot like its a free throw
MVP form I'm D-Rose
A'int seen
Jonathan, Fred Blue, Joseph, man
God damn, it's still happening
I don't feel safe again getting pulled over
Start sweating and shaking
Silverado, I'm tapping
on Rappad, they stay stashed
This the legacy of Grandmaster Flash
And he bears that on his back, yea he won't look back
My grandpappy laid tracks so that I
sick of all the bullshit I'm tired of you niggas
I'm sick of the Plush Drama and that nigga X Blue Slitherz
Devin is so retarded, he needs a singing
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
The moneys here
And barely I made it
I sip the baileys I’m faded
Like no I really was hated
Rarely was rated
Now rarely they say shit
Told y’all the first
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Oh (yeah), his whole
the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come
a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooh (yeah), his
a good
Time with some girls and watching
A famous group he was dragged from there to
The Whisky à Go-Go
And forced by Herb Cohen to
Witness one of our
When said that he can't save started saving myself
Banging rhythms and some blues to the blues that I felt
When I had ice on my neck that took a second
Weezer fucks
You know what else fucks this guitar solo
Caeden
Woo
Yeah
C-money
Woo
Caeden
I love the blue album
I don't love the blue album
Fuck you
I
been poppin to the fullest
I've got hella options with this Music
Like should I pass the rock
Or keep on shooting
I stack gwap and bring the blues In
I
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