Lyrics:
Hook:
It's my 1st year with the College but I'm far from a Freshman
(College of Hip Hop Knowledge)
Been killin mics for year all around Austin Texas
the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,
I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
like a fool
This name is mine
Run and go hide
1945
The war had just ended
Hitler just descended
We rejoice cause he dead and
Sixty years later my mom was
an album right now
Need to get my behaviour in line
Before I can settle, say something of worth
Instead of just giving a piece of my mind
What can I do when
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
album and pay off the DJ's to play it for a year. Well, I don't know about paying off no DJ's, but I did make a love album. Yo know, I can just put this
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
I remember talkin' about you a lot in my previous albums
I was driving the other day by the coast
cnd then this music came on
Like a flasback that
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
fat lies
Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me right by
I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me
Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines
That never making it is what I always fear
Only 21 a different album every year
You see the blood and sweat the music let you hear the tears
The pressure
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
time again
D the enemy, tellin' you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum rush
to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every
the have-lots robbed from
The don't haves
Where the caps lock's lost in the phone tap
Emojis minus emotion and vocab
Seven years passed
Let me parse you for part
Over down on the driveway
Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade
Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By
the game ain't shit without me like I was David Ruffin
Stayed strapped cause my mind be my weapon
Henne said do good by people man that's how you get your
Guess some prayers are answered quick
With God, nothing can interfere
2018, we about to kill it, this is our year
But by 2020, Imma have an album, done
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
know what I mean?
There’s no soft songs here, there’s no time for pitying and wallowing
2020 Has been a year of so much stress
We need a album with, you
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