Lyrics:
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
I keep them by my chest
You know we will never rest
Not tryna be puff off that ledge
We really ain't kid with this one
Stew gang gonna
Sweep you
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
off-topic, off-topic
If it ain't a booty, then don't call it in
You'll never meet a player like me again
I just wrapped up the album in New York
Put a bow
For this track
When I was 'bout to take off
Nothing was on ground
But when you write bars
On flight mode
They gotta be way up (profound)
I know how it
The homie turned muslim in the can
Came home, sin and pray on the same block
Ackee still coming with the fish like bake shops
Tryna get his money off
your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
Like hoping Uncle Bruh finds his way off this pavement
Hope my homies really take advantage of the ways that I’m pavin’
As I forever wade in, the Lord’s
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
the noise, I'ma make it a silent movie
So take the safety off the toolie
'Cause I don't want no beef, nah baby
The only thing I want to do is parlay
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
Yo, before my grandfather died he told
Me: "if you ain't gon' shit
Get off the pipe" and I ain't know what he
Meant right then and there
But I guess
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
It's the real, real deal
Don't you feel stupid? Reel to reel, and we looped it
Takes it around, we threw
of your kids
Tryna' talk himself out of it
But he don't wanna hear
What a mess, look at what you niggas did
Dig a hole, bury yourself
By a jump off
from the concrete
I supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There ain't nothing holding me back
Ya never gonna push me off
Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)
Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)
Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)
Touch the mic and ignite that
Hip-Hop, was put off by your appearance, silver grillz
Black contacts, face tats n' bod tats, but 'cided to give it a shot
N' was blown away by the way you
"Let’s have a toast to the jerk-offs
That’ll never take work off"
The young crowd went wild
With Oscar-winning film director and video
Artist Steve
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