Lyrics:
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
Toor
Abami
And all the things that i saw gat stuck in
Omo ita college i no dey tokin
All voices on mute when am talking
Album on my mind am up
me catch cruise (na scam)
You wan to see me so bad you wan link up but na me go pay for cab ( na scam)
Oh you're the best rapper here, you drop album
it so bad
So bad I can taste it
Keep hearing that the key to greatness is patience (yo)
Well here's the lock, I'm patiently waiting on my spaceship
it so bad
So bad I can taste it
Keep hearing that the key to greatness is patience (yo)
Well here's the lock, I'm patiently waiting on my spaceship
it so bad
So bad I can taste it
Keep hearing that the key to greatness is patience (yo)
Well here's the lock, I'm patiently waiting on my spaceship
near rob us,
We got slowed down by dodgy contract offers,
But it would take a nation of millions to stop us,
We got our propers, paid our dues in
her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag, in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Capture the soul
Capture their heart
Give them the art
That's push to start
That's the dream
That's the fucking motto
Album Going platinum?
I'll
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ahh ahh
You ain't gotta, stress no more
Don't stress no more ohh
Leave the nation its time to go Malcolm
If you single I want the whole album
Fly you
bitches they piped up and conceited
Ta-Ta-Takeoff
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code
Fuck a bad
Late night, all alone by myself, glass of wine drink by myself
Think of this line how should I tell
Try not to be too hard sell, I cannot help but
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licenced build that Nations Fate
The Harlots
and groovin', provin', soothin' at your leisure
I don't sing or yell
But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than ma bell
The brain of the Kane's so
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
to fight
Boy, I only fear the God in my life
I'm trying to bring a nation out of divide
I don't see how after this long we have survived
Don't tell a man by
Come test me like a bomb straight from murder
How comes I got cyclops fish in my water, A
Nation of Pacific lambs to the slaughter three
Eyes for
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
mansyn the only competition for shady...
Scramble
Man's sins is why competition is just Shady and I'm..
Never mind back to you
Like demons volleying brains
they feel
When their brothers are ill, They'll be jumping out the window
Son, you know the deal
Bank account went flat
Business Tooken by a black
Yo,
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