Lyrics:
Sharp with the flow I'll axe
Cut stab slice punch jab
Like holding all x
The illest serve x to you
Super dope that I'm pushing
Album a kilo like
Sharp with the flow I'll axe
Cut stab slice punch jab
Like holding all x
The illest serve x to you pussies
Super dope that I'm pushing
Album a kilo
brand give a damn about a Louis
My lil nigga Riley but l'm something like a Huey
Yeah, he don't rap like that now do he?
We ain't gotta talk about all
dernier album (boy)
J'l'ai fait ça-comme
30 minutes et j'te l'donne (boy)
En 2 minutes tu peux devenir une idole
Protège tes guiboles
J'm'occupe de tes 10
can kiss my ass
Drop my album now, I got more money than you ever had
Drop a tape, get a bag, Gucci, Louis, good, I'm glad
Heavy duty, when I live my
call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've
zvědavý kdy poslední album kdy poslední bars dopíšu
Vím že jsou tu lidi co by mě bodli dali do břicha dyku
Nemám čas na problémy tak prosím tě zavři už píču
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background
Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland
Oliver North receives
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
with me through it all?
Nobody!
The Moscow Circus
Hired me to fly trapeze
On Mount Olympus,
Ran a race with Hercules
It's easy when you're chased by
of paper
And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge
This is The Boondocks
I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save
isn't anybody Backing us up!
When they c these crooked ass Redneck cops
Constantly Jacking us up
Now I bet some punk will say I'm racist
I can tell by
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
Huey P took three in the Acorn projects
You wouldn't believe how the reptiles
Wept while gnawing your flesh
Reckless talk in the breeze
I wager they not
I am Trugoy
A Dove-like boy
Could wingspread
But instead
I will employ
Me, the Plug Three
Or Baby Huey
I eat up
All ketchup
For its
closed casket, his family needs a closure
And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by
Put it by number one phenomenon
Come follow me now, mon
'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
I think I'll tikki
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
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