Lyrics:
explained it in a rhyme Trapped the body but can't trap the mind Nip said it was a marathon Killed by his own before the finish line Clutch nine's
with G's
White on my Benz look like bricks
Carrots on the wrist
Bitch what the fuck you know bout this
Been checking goals off my list
I know that you
mgani via Paypal
Magne bari neyi thembayo
Ai thengi sa ini?
Si'bhemani
Green shandies that's Kwesta
Last album sounded like the best off
The best
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
This.. (Santana)
[Verse 1]
Aye First let me take time to brush my shoulders off wait....I had to dust my shoulders off (thanks)
Ya been waiting been
You can't contain what fates meant to break past
No barrier can withstand this impact
It's like jumping off a building both legs broke I limp back
my feelings pouring like the snow
Writing all these albums, dreaming one day I'll be doing shows
Sharing out my message, so if anybody wants to hear
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
needs a win
My pride isn't written
I might be offended by my intuition
How do I piss myself off
Listen
I'm just a guest in the house of rap but I pay rent
Grew up off scraps that facts
All these cunts talk that but their passion slack
Tuck their nut sacks back cause the balls they lack
Beats, got raps,
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
a producer
I sent off the one-act
I started the story
He said to come see him
I dropped out of college
I met this musician
I'm playing
the Republicans like having their right to bear arms
Even if it blows kids off the planet
They spend rest of their lives without their legs and arms
Off-day, off-day this the boss way
Off-day off-trey get it nine ways
Off-day best trade this the boss fade
Off day on-day that’s the switch way
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
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