Lyrics:
right under your chair (under your chair)
200 right up on my dash, my coupe right here (skrr)
Throw it up, don't be scared
I was throwin' up and it was
it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
Nor remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started in the year
Yo, yo fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put a
Eighteen year old nigga making his own fucking beats
They said I gave em too much
All these years passed
Shit,I haven't gave enough
They been asking for this music
Since I was a tiny thug
They knew that
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
a white boy get tossed
Got 200 bullets, young 8-bit get mobbed
No, I am peaceful, I just want to walk
Run up on a 12 year old that boy get dropped
Empty yo'
If you never loved me
Then there's nothing
You can do for me, truthfully
I've been gone for a minute
On my way back soon
Imma put another album out
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
and dot my Is
Contemplating on ways of breaking out this nine to five
Staring in the mirror and I question, "Who am I?"
Five years I been living, and I
Looking at the years ahead of me
Keep wondering
How many albums imma have to put out before recognition happens
But does it really matter?
I'm happy where
ain't really been playing
Thirty days in rental
I'm sponsored by Avis
On-road getting to it
Nascar fan favorite
Our life been a movie
Thirty years in
the first album up until this day
I mean it's been four years since my last album
And people still tweet at me everyday telling me they love me and they
They
daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me
to second guess it
Need some rest, so I slept in
One day of the year, it's mine to celebrate
Lived through a couple years, fourteen by today
All about
Blues
Stand By Rita behind Lovely Guitars
Rita's Lovely Guitars Club Band
Your Lovely Heart mad to Love
Another Year of Guitars france on My Mind
Stairway
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
touch my bankroll
God damn that's a no no
Purple snot we get it by the boat load
Come and shop right now I'm doing a BOGO
Shit so fire got me going in
decorations breaking up the neutral paint on the walls
The sleeve of a 60s album pressed in Waco is sung by the addicts, straight out of AA
A 3D Buddha scene
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
few years
Still, I wouldn't change shit
That's the reason I'm here
Had to battle my thoughts
Had to fight my fears
No, I wouldn't change shit
That's
jumpin-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
200 hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a namesake
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
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