Lyrics:
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
and Yellow outfit on
You look like a Fruit Loop
My insides turn more purple every
Time I pour Wockhardt deuce
Blocked this one nigga
He was hatin' on my
in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's
the floor
A Suicide Girl into Charles Manson and porn
She like Nas so she dance to this song
Listen!
Made you oh made you look
You a slave to a page in my
the wrong thing about me
Your career is something that you can say goodbye, bye, bye to
How's your album doing? Mine flew
This time around I'm doing what
footprints
I'm the unknown sphinx, welcome to the album
Literally, I levitate lyrically like a falcon
I'm starin at you, from a aerial view
Barin your next
the biggest footprints
I'm the unknown sphinx, welcome to the album
Literally, I levitate lyrically like a falcon
I'm starin at you, from a aerial view
Barin
it out the trunk now
This one is for the trunk
Wake up the neighborhood when the dump
Rather it's ride basic, Eazy, Rocky, Pun
Like my old Reeboks, if
Time to write this album chronic Future 2000
Time's no obstacle and we just arouse
All the minds that seem to be in tune
Ranting like a platoon under
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
DAMI, man
Tune in, and he's sixteen, keep in mind
Got like fourteen million streams
Debut album at number nine on Spotify charts
Don't fuckin' play
I'm just tired of the waiting so my attitude is changing
She like stop the complaining
I swear I'm not leaving you hanging
We gon' pick up the trees,
asleep
You know you're ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas on your block ain't spendin' a red cent
And tryin' to buy your album (nigga
me this year I can't wait
Will it be great and funny like a cake on my face
Oh July fifth
Oh July fifth
But to be honest I wanna spend it this time
a dead body last album toe tagged
Murder she wrote
God face was like shopping nowadays get cha own bag
I told ya so
Printed paper this ain't Staples these
long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any
come for me ready for the guillotine
I'm making headway, heart race, I'm in a far place
Absolutely switch up like I was barclays
38 special flow no dey
Eish lets handle this street cred game
The Range (It's goes nyo nyova)
Habashwe Nyovest (Nyovest)
Nyovest habashwe
Yeah I stole the show
Rumour has
Kings they find them and hide them in the asylum in the catacomb modern day of Rome
Daughter of sodom when I turn in this album they want to try on my
Hey Rocko, what it do, shit word
On the streets, motherfuckers
Say we ain't as raw as we use to be
Or ain't got it like we use to have it
Them
own, own, own, own
It was like around '99 with
White wine in hand
Dancing silhouettes, blue Skyline
Neighbours had that Tuesday
Thursday night choir i'd
strategizer
Peace PAC we still bangin' all your albums
I study martyrs
Street legends
Great authors
Music legends
Fuck Elvis/ muddy waters
Fine artist
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