Lyrics:
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
entered with is not who ima exit with
By my lonely only built for Cuban links the rope is on me
Different Montanas you can turn into like Joe or Tony
, wrath
Wrath play house, is where it's all at
Through anything, album stay on my back, back
Can't reach the charts, with all this weight
Ain't dropping no
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this
know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
some kids who just got into sex on the internet
So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em?
Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable
They
to fin' I can, better my wheels
Like, literally, my daughters is chill
Like, I can't believe my house on the hill (suu)
Like, I can't believe that
As more time passes by suicide consumes my mind
The fear of thinking this is it, this is all I'll ever leave behind
Recollection, deep depressions, heavy
looking for a hoe you can hump
Delmonico ribeye's, 6 pepper crust
Black garlic butter, side of truffle fries is a must
I rarely do the red meat, been vegan
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
You'll be fine, you'll be good, you'll get by
Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds
But they just keep blocking out the sun
It seems
coming to your house
I want to fuck your day and life up
Fuck your day and life
Fucking
Fuck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you
man Kurt died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin' niggaz dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin' your team, destroyin' your dreams
to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that's on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk
dash board
This shit is too fun swear I'm never getting bored
I just load a beat with my notes then record
If you Live by the gun I might die by
illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what
spending fifteen for the new roof, it ain't renovated (cash)
I can see the ocean where I sleep and the house is gated (yeah)
No Calabasas, I Brentwood it
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
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