Lyrics:
walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for
a birthday, confetti
I’m running up to the top, yeah
Rockin’ it makin’ it hot, yeah
You are an opp and it’s bad for my vibe
I heard that you album’s a flop,
golden chains for me to choke
My locs reflect the locks and the flames that burn across
In my very nation, I walk with my peers, surrounded by chalk
peers, surrounded by chalk
Deities and darkness meetin' at my dinner table
Deeper than rap, my life is real, this is my mystic fable
Play the bad guy
him my shoes
Lace and knot up the shoe
And let your mind loose
Hook the brain to your cranium
Don’t let your mind loose
Been dropping these sublime
through man's heart
I was formed in a fiery furnace, no Shadrach, no Meshach
Just me a bad negro, bloody, swole with my sheath back
I come through
soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink
The Empire State of mind
Home of legends like Biggie
Witnessing all the flashy signs got me feeling sadity
Don't be confused by the hype
Cuz my state ain't
foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene -
first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
gossip's worth its weight in gold . . .
What
quer chegar no topo
Cê tem que suar, cê tem que lutar, trabalhar
Se realmente tu quer chegar
No fake reality
This so bad (this so
family feuding
Feeling like a villain, Stephen Spielberg movies
Two pound doobies
Double D boobies
She's bad and boujie
Psychesuicidal psychosis
Too
Statik Selektah
Yeah, yeah
Iso
Herb is the healing of the nation
From the nicotine and
The wicked schemes
That be killing teens
Shoutout to my boss
and pack skin
The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry
At the clerk he say don't fire rounds in the flurry
And I have bad, tied the hostages with
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
I started opening my mind and by 20 i improved immensely
Started collaborating and dropping tracks by the many
Gotta a duo project coming soon i am
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
got down syndrome covered in bloodstains coming to eat your brains if there is any overpowered and outnumbered surrounded by many devouring your living
know there's a bad side to the power of the chain
I know I'll be going back in time once again
It was only the 1st of may, thunder rolling by
But, actually, situations was bad for me
Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy (I swear)
I'm at the Roc Nation party smellin' like
to hang 'em out to dry by the heap, when if rehydrating fails we're all dumber because of me
Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly
The too
(It might seem like we're drifting further apart)
So sit back!
Relax!
(And trust me)
And Believe!
(By the end of this album)
Believe!
(We'll be further)
paranoid
This wasn't taught by Socrates or Sigmund Freud
This is simply gods work, you can't avoid
Ever nation ever built has been destroyed
Caught up
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