Lyrics:
of nigga named Kyle fucking Edwards
Yeah this my first album
I see you jamming on the wireless
Flexing airpods cuz ya bought it
Show these lames what work
(Baby of BigTymer$)
Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics
Verse 1:
I ain't even gotta tell you how Cash Money Roll
I ain't even gotta tell
shit
You gotta grind harder if u ever plan to be rich
And it sucks cause life can be a bitch
That’s when it when back flashes
Surround by weed ashes
I'm super driven by the world right
Number one, leave you back in the bag
Where y'all made me look bad
Cause I wasn't that wack
Highest in the room
not mean
It to bros when they pass those in halls
They make fun of the As what, page flip, what
You don’t know what I’m saying, but you do
Actually you
about me trusting the process, learning to trust that process an develop it into something great
I hope you can take something from this album or learn
don't understand it
Things that you'd learn if you were a bandit
I'm another entity who's taking a little playtime
Only thing is, I don't care about fame
a baker
Or work in the deli industry
Forget about the life you wanna lead
And take a page outta mine
I was no longer out in the sun
But I was covered in
My fingers turn to the next page hoping that in some line I'll find you
Won't be surprised if I do in my head her lover he looks like you
The image
parents
Not them parents but my fucking real parents
Not by blood but they made me
You've really done the best
You've really fucking saved me
From slipping
You had an emerald eye beneath you when I walked out
For awhile
You had to know I tried, there's nothing to talk about
I wasted the days
As I counted
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire
of spitting facts
Love to watch it stack
Watching W's and M's
I ain't worried about the stacks
But we run up the numbers
If you care about the stats
cnd all I
Making her wanna escape, attention it's a bad habit
Ain't that bad til' you figure her age
Dismissing her age as soon as niggas click on her page
Her
a furnace
Im getting dizzy just thinking about the world turning
Gotta watch out for them demons they always be lurking
Know they got you hypnotized like
them years but
It's funny how God chose her
Thing about change is it
Don't happen till you ready for it
If you change for people when They're around is
And that all coincides with the time that I found my darling
Now later on in the story I tell you her significance
But now let's talk about me,
'05
As ill as the flow gets, need a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout
your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug about
One
might
Just dance
These days
Thinking
About the outcome
These days They only care
About the album
Need New Voice
Like Powder
Now we really talking power
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
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