Lyrics:
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
the best because I deserve better than being with moderate-ly attractive
Jackson
I don't know what happened
Didn't you say you wanted more (D-did you say it
same weed
One day I told him I want to be A rapper
And That's the day my life Change
He put this Nigga album in my Jeans
So It's was on I took that album
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
Pat Mahomes
She wanna blow my instrument like a saxophone
The hoodie made by Spyder
The 4's it's T. Scott
I got fans in Canada
Yeah that's T Dot
I need
since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from
times getting darker
This is the debut album, just a first in a run
So trust the clip fully loaded, and I'm busting my gun
So when I start letting it off,
And Southern funk flows from the
Past far out into cyberspace
But it's all bounded by rabid confidence and
The wide open humour evident in
Both the conciliatory
a lesson
Better watch who closest to you
Make sure you don't get slimed out by your best friend
Talking about texting lil shorty sexting
I learned how
The damn Jackson's
And my dawgs big steppas
They be stepping up
Heads up
May 7th
And that Sevens Up
Sevens
Put my heart in, Got the best of it
Sevens
May be
Than putting in the hours and working hard
Will the lyrics on the album be too meta
I want it to be introspective but the execution could be better
Yeah, laced and Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around, or I'm wasting fabric
I don't feel greater
being a
Prick and fully owning the fact that I
Maybe am very good at something –
I'm very tired by it because a
Lot of times, it's a very, very thin line
broke the barriers
So fuck all y'all, praise Allah
It's my perog' like Bobby bruh
Massages by Nautia
In my castle like Mario
I get in shit, my heart
Yeah
Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could
Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could
Yeah
Ms. Jackson, my intentions were
Remember? when yo earrings made that chime like
Sade is it a crime when we smashed it got better each and
Every time, that beauty mark by yo lips stayed
(2) Which part dem gone
Which part dem deh ...
Best to strike when irons hot,
It will not bend when cold....
Not to late to learn my friend
Wisdom
Optimus because
It is aimed in positively transforming yourself
To become the best version, version of yourself by relying on the One
So yeah, hope you guys
y'all see)
And how I feel 'bout you (and it don't describe what he is to me) (uh, uh)
I go by the name Kanye Omari
And I wrote this just to say I'm
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
again
My worst enemy, my best friend
I fight myself in a steel cage
It's like the pain will never end
Take a two by four
Light it up and hope the flames
We the best music for real
Ooh, this album has began
I am The Muffler Man
The man who hid behind a, hid behind a trash can
The man who didn't even
how you keep it?
Never trust another man you best believe it
Only trust my brothers man you best believe it
Only love my mother man you best believe it
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
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