Lyrics:
the scouts doubt my ability
Those who high and mighty supply me with risibility
You so silly G, you could never fuck with me mentally
Intrinsically I carry
And ask if there's some music recs that I can supply
I don't wanna share my favorite album
Wanna see if we can find a different outcome
Been so long since
fine- your vision's just different than mine
See I learned how to rhyme by a different design
Remember I had the album with the Canibus sign
Do I gotta explain
Why Y'all songs be plain
18 nd I'm on my second car while y'all hoes getting by via train
How could you not see
All my money
talking, but the people go ahead trying to riot
My music gotta buy it
Like 2 Chainz start a riot
Or maybe I'll supply it
I got the plug for this lyrical jug,
attention
And not to mention you look like you're on a pension
You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer
And by your heavy breathing I can tell you
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
it cost, i got it
Ay yo I go by the name of the problem
I wanna thank my fans
For supportin' my albums
Look, y'all went and got 'em
I appreciate that
jumping jacks, jump out of a tree and Pretend You're a dodo bird, or pee in your brand new pair of Air Jordan's
So enjoy your album
And remember
To stop by
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
Liminal - between or belonging to two different places, states
The period of time when the songs on this album were written and recorded was
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
D*** son what is this
c lot of things that I find ridiculous out there
I just feel I need to let it air
Five Points First Street to the Ron
In through the nose
And out through the mouth
In through the nose
And out through the mouth
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
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