Lyrics:
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
fall asleep
Back on my ways
Serve me a ounce of that cookie I blaze
Quarantine chilling I live the same the day
Hit after hit a new album in place
Jet
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me,
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
(not accurate to album performance)
There are these two women
And they are on their first date
And they're both kind of nervous
I guess just because
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
with matching Jays with Berkin bags
This shit is a circus act
Bearded ladies front to back
Fuck your IG live my G
Where the fuck your album at?
This my
love so far away
Do you think of me I think of you
A rose bloomed out a broken home
Forgiveness reigns from all my soul
I'm alive live live live live
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
prepare you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Begin
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
fall
I can't believe I caught
Mew in a GS Ball
Death ol' mate oh
Stealer of soulmates
If I had a death note
I'd write in your name
And if you could rot
swim
Cause Everybody's fake, everybody lies
Everybody lives and then everybody dies
Everybody breaks down, everybody cries
Everybody falls but everybody
the wolves cry
But will they wipe my son's
Tears when he falls? I
Don't think so but they still wanna talk
Why? Cuh that's the culture of the
Roads what we
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
y'all
I'm lighting up for all my soldiers at war
As I sit back and watch
The ashes on my cigar fall
They say death comes in threes
Who's next in line?
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
Live it up
Live it up
Live it up
Yea
Live it up
Live it up
Live it up
Yea
Gotta take risks my nigga
And If I ever fall I'll glide
Won't be burden by
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
I got many girlfriends but only one true love
From my music and my movies super fine up above
To the way you say my name, you make me fall in love
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
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