Lyrics:
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.
He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair
Boxer Mendoza
You phony 1UP on me
Like John Wick coming for me
But you barely equipped
I send that ass to Halle Berry
Cause you're fading
You looking
on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)
Uh
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
records
I'm rugged like John Wayne, tough like leather
You're seeing what your getting from my boots to the brim of my hat
And I've never been the type
Working harder in the offseason than the Cleveland Browns
Here we go again with album number three
Not yet retiring like sensei John Kreese
So Croweman
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
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
why I'm here.
John's gone, found dead,
He dies high, he's brown bread.
Later said to have drowned in his bed.
After the laughter, the wave
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
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
Nine by my side
Come take a ride
Yeah
Yeah
Tree to the mind
I'm wavy tonight
Yeah
Yeah
Don't wait for a sign
Just come get in line
Yeah
Yeah
Might
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
you're a beast,
You aint gone do sh*
You aint gone do sh*
Laze:
It behooves those to understand that the first time you would do a solo album
For
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You're
on the phone
Such a kind man Never raised his tone
But now that you're gone
I see pieces of my dad go
Wake shake take wait
Use to go to Muffin break
Lewisham
smiling, sitting
All listening to the listing of your talent ("No, I love it")
Talkin' all these Easter eggs we know you're still hunting for
Your midnights
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Cruisin' with the top gone, John F. Kennedy
To my niggas lost, gone, I swear I feel your energy
To my niggas not gone, we ballin' for a century
All because
the time
That pass along gone
That pass along gone
The life we're missing
Labels, like the street appeal
Secret never been revealed
But, said they'd seal
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
past dawn on your front lawn
Me and Juan ensurin' you that your slut daughter's gone
At the pawn shop, tryna sell this Baume watch
She's a white
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