Lyrics:
a Czech boy in a Canadians world
Rolling up a fatty, it was not well furled
I'm ahead of my game
And you already know the name
Can I get a K-N-O-W-L-E-G-E
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I
Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole
could never speak cap, no management
Album made it all by myself, I'm one-manning it
This the victory lap, it's happening (woah oh oh)
Turned a couple
(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT
world
I been going real crazy without you by my side
And I just took a shot took a shot took 6 shots last night
And I wanted to roll up a blunt but
your highness?
Slight twirl with my stylus
No need for the papyrus
Cause this will be recited
By anybody that's rhyming with desire
We're moving forward,
Heaven's sake
And I got something to prove
I got the world to gain but got it all to lose
And that's the game I play, I bet my odds in twos
I know you
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
on a cruise
I got a lotta things for my mind, wey we go do
Fire for fire no other way ima go about it
She need a sinner on her body, I say no problem
In a world
you heard and it's fuck what you thank
Move it along you crowding my space
Maryland I'm callin it Runnin it thanks
I want like all of it none of it
but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't
confusin', I'm losin' my brain in this music
Who the fuck is stupid enough to produce a track by a rapper with no talent
Who has no room for improvement
It's
a world that's off its axis
All that's promised, death and taxes
Don't give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest my anxiety
Make me spit it a mile a minute
that is, nothing takes Him by surprise. Aaron was right. I changed the line.
You said, "I love the world"
"I love what you've done for me"
You let my
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice
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