Lyrics:
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
of nowhere like your kid's wet dream
What you mean old news, oh you
Will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder than finding a fucking snickers bar
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer
him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer
I spit bars you’ll turn pale
New school emcees be featherweights on scales
Ya’ll frail and so is yo rhyme schemes
It’s cheap yo technics weak by all
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
the wrong place
Creative blocks at new heights
Knowing that just a few miles
North of my South centered head
That you were taking on the summer with someone
Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals
First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still
it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there
I cares not about your click or the block
I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock
Buddha I'm that kid allow me to introduce
I just got it how I live I couldn't play it by the rules
And if I told you what I did you would say I was
the ending's harder than thoughts
Of when it starts, it begins
Nobody wins when the family feud
Or when the family news turns into somethin' that no one from
thing?
Millie Vanilli did they thing
New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul
All them bitches and everybody else did they thing (gentlemen, please)
That you
Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that still? That's what got 2Pac killed
But I use that still 'cause I won't do that deal
Screw the muzzle
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
finding out how
To use my voice, which is crazy
Modeliste: Do you have a favorite
Song on this album?
MGK: My favorite song on my new
Album is "Let You
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long
Old trauma manifests to new pain
And pain manifests to dreams of a new range
He knows about the struggle, he knows about the pavement
He rose from
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
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