Lyrics:
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Cha, ya
'Cause I was unoriginal and I was never lyrical
Until 2011, I handed out some physicals
It was 'The Rising Sun' and it was a poor made album
But at least I
fire proof
Yeah we at the top of the top
Back at it with an album again
Trash nigga already know he gon flop
Everybody already know we gon win (Back
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
don't run uh huh
My faith became a flood from a trickle
A dollar from a nickel
Answer to the riddle keep Jesus in the middle
Bury me never, stand
life through (that's right)
He's been walking through the rain (rain)
Until that day he run for you (uh huh, uh huh)
And the sun came pouring down
Swanging out the ride
Gripping like the tires
It's album number 6 and I still got em by the neck and shit
Another album
More drip
So I got a new necklace
Ion
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
brows at Nico
TK, we take, careful precautions
Run up on us, arms swinging like we flossing
Cash on collect, bread on baguette
Never forget, about how we
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
be rich cuz all the love and morals that ya implemented
I remember when we used to run up to that Fairplay
Praying that we had enough to cover all
that hit the charts
Album poppin so we hit the news
Finally found a girl that could pierce my heart
I'm not goin mad its the juice
Man its a free for
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
Once upon a time not long ago
When Gonzo was a kid
with no money to show
Before Supreme Team had the corporate beef
When Sean2slow's album was
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
and bought a gun
I'm gonna shoot that bitch for real
All these rappers are my son
And I know they know the deal
I shoot up my gun now watch him run
Then he
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
And not that I think it's a terrible album
Some of my favorite songs are on this album
The issue with this album is
As many people in the past have
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