Lyrics:
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
as maturity is not produced in one day
Neither does Christ's Good News make all things new in one age
God still saves, one by one
Day by day, played out on our
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
of the city, I'll trade and I'll barter. From country twang
To urban slang, I'm a conversational starter. With a silver tongue, I'll close deals. With ease
In
construct wonders that touch the heavens. Towering cities rise from the planet's surface, gleaming with lights that twinkle like stars in the night sky.
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz mansion
Every corner, every city there's a place where lifes a lil easy
Lil hennesey, lay back
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
Master the badlands
Call of the wild
Dwell in seclusion
Innocent exile
By nature outcast
Sheeple cry aghast
Empty shells
Loose in their cells
Diverse
(I'd) rap about my city but there isn't really much here the
Party kids be poppin' shit and drinkin' nothin but beer the
Drug dealers whipping
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you behind
I know that I've been living
In the city of stars
Where there's these flying cars
A brand new
Come Back Home, abyss, woo
It's easy, man
Let's go
Bars forever
Yo, I've got bars forever, I've got bars for days
Leave you in a haze, leave your
on the curb
I'm so diverse when I drop a verse, make you pick how you end up in the hearse
I'm Adam and rap is Eve, from God's blessing I done got a curse
I
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
On my seventeenth birthday,
I hold my first album in my hands
And that’s a feeling
That most adults will never understand
You could say that I’m
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
know the city
Better not get caught in the wrong trenches
What's on your wrist, million?
And next week, it might be a zillion (woo)
Kanye let me
back in summer I should drop a summer tune
But I've been working fucking hard, the second album's coming soon
I swear, GSAP Forever
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
forget that I could get up in my element
I want that penthouse city type residence
Not to mention my obsession with some presidents
I got all this
starts popping off
So you’re playing mad shows
Not even 22 yet
But you think you on a roll
Still nobody in your city wants to pay attention
You’re
you gotta cop
I am black I get shot up by cops
Yeah, nigga I'm the realist in the city
I take your bitch and grab her by the titties
I am black but I
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