Lyrics:
Get to forgettin'
Then it's on they album when it drop
My verses steady, be hittin'
I do this here for a livin'
Flow with precision
Yeah you know my
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
We testify about His love in the redemption song
Yes, thank you Jesus
For giving us life, you are the Rock
We go by name, DungeFam
Thank you
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
Go to Mars, yea
In a car, yea
This ain't hard, yea
I'm a star, yea
Rock all black, yea
Just like tar, yea
Everything, yea
Extra large, yea
Can't do
[Esau]
All these kids today screaming underground, do they know what it means
To make 7 albums, work everyday and go hungry just to chase your dreams
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
in jail for doing nothing
King of the Jews getting clapped
Like my dad Pac
Crucified and abused in the back lot
Accused of possession of crack rock
We back
This album's about bringing meaning to the modern age
Whatever that means
Life tough so I meditate
I'm praying for a better day
Got hate
the hottest shit
Fuck a dentist
Eat a fire department and proctologists
Ras Kass, King of the West, acknowledge this
And get a piece of
The rock like
[Chorus]
f*ck ho's and rock fake friends
f*ck fashion I set trends I
Don't front and I don't pretend
I'm just tryina do my thing
B-tek
First I'm
sayin' this my "Jesus Walks"
I'm just sayin' God, I need to talk
Too many kids in the community outlined in chalk
Scared of drive-bys when they should
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
dues and rocked the bells like Quasimodo
On the low tho, Soulo only artist on crown without a solo album in the stores tho
I got my opinions
What do
the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this, I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one
cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
kid
I came down to London
And you know how we did
And this is off the dome, off of the brain
Lyrically insane
And that's how I'm trippin'
That's how I'm
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
of Jesus, then I Bible whip em
So if you wicked make sure you still steppin
And my Bible might remain a concealed weapon
See, prayer is how my text spit,
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