Lyrics:
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
all control when I signed up for sin
I sit by myself while I'm top shelf again
And you say I'm selfish for telling you this
Over and over and over again
bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon
I'm really rappin', I'm finger snappin', I'm pistol packin'
Y'all niggas slippin', my
I'm blowin' on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle
[Chorus: x 2]
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
or thereabouts
When your face on the side of a bus
Just isn’t enough
When thirty million gross
Does nothing for your soul
All the majors lining up
All
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
forgive myself? Uh
Thank you for your patience
All these years clean and I'm still isolating
I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Shit, fuck, run that back, uh
the main bae
I'm a boy but I ride it like a lady
All these critics
They never faze me
Taking shit
But they bang my music daily
All my bad bitches
From
you wanna do it?
Album about nothing, when are we doing that?
I thought we were doing that
I just wanted to see if I can get you here, I'm here
I
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
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
that dough
She gave it all to me cause I f**k so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I?m freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
I'm blowin' on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle
[Chorus: x 2]
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
Ladies and gentlemen it's boosie boo king of Louisana
I been the truth if you don't know betta ask somebody
I am the show and the after party I'm
Hey, it's Tim
Um
You must think I'm playing
I'mma ask you one more time
Where is the album?
We met - Nas' album ain't out
Atticus project ain't out
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
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