Lyrics:
an album it straight from the tropics
Who does the most streams It's me and I top it
No one else in my city can do it so stop it
Just heard your new track
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
imma show you
Show you my mind skull split show n tell
How you want peace with a name ringing no bells
Album Mode hot enough to make snow melt
Palms hit
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
in the game with my affiliates
And every other day you can see the kid killing it
Far from being local, now the kid is bi-coastal
Know the name around
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
But for now just seckle
I'll play the nine
And you play the target
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
Or should I say, "Start
know Ashanti regrettin' lettin' Irv Gotti fuck her (haha)
Every interview he do he got her name in his mouth
Either he's obsessed with her or he's just
the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got
to school
Talkin' bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But I'm ten
to know that milk comes from a cow
My little boy can tell the names of all the baseball stars
I remember how we memorized the names on railroad cars
Want to talk about the chopper
When I'm ready for aim
And all on top of what I got
Another dot on my name
How many mother fuckers out there
Really
You're a bad one
sweet Melanie
jump fence for you
to catch a felony
for you. I sing this melody
give you my vibes and my energy
for you, my love so
My second album
One dozen melodies to listen
Include this number
Keeping in company
Well, hoping that this record sells
Singing by our wishing
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
the album's storyline breaks off[03:44.19]As this song was not originally[03:46.52]Intended to be on this album[03:48.01]Inspired by Picasso's blue period
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
name is orange juice
All these other people pagan, i think I gotta give them the truth
Apple Watch be like Smart Water the way my wrist has got this drip
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
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