Lyrics:
me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my
Real rude
Real rudeboy breaking all the rules
Community Payback the mixtape
Skepta (Skepta) whoo Kid
Real rudeboy breaking all the rules
Boy Better
I wanna live my dream
Cause my real life can be a nightmare
Sometimes
Just like Dr. King
I want more for me
And my people
For my children
I wanna live my dream
Cause my real life can be a nightmare
Sometimes
Just like Dr. King
I want more for me
And my people
For my children
what things would be like
If I never started rapping, if I never met Jackson
What if I ain't meet Uylus on PlayStation?
What the fuck would be happening?
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around
So real shit you ain't never had to struggle for much
I wouldn't say it like that, we just had
the people want is real
Guess that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel
Racism on television and in magazines
When is James releasing his new album?
Shut the fuck up oh my god it takes time
Just give me a second holy shit
They say "James- what you doing
on an Alaskan
I switch flows like nose on Michael Jackson
Amerikkka why you hate us
Stop taxing black skin
Free the babies that are trapped by ICE
People come
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
yo last name can really be Ms Blaxon
I'm sorry miss Jackson but I am for real
Come be my Candy Rain
Like I'm So for real.
I take all of ya pain I
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
over mics
Real shit I feel like they do it for the likes
I won't even hit the bitch cause she aint my type
Finna kill em Michael Jackson man this sum
heard, as the world turns
8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
500 000 facts in hell
Argh, heard your album and I don't believe a word
I feel so good
Yeah, let's go
We ain't rockin' no shell toes
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson
But I feel how I feel I set flame to the mic like some takis
Yeah that's for real
Drop the album? Nah I let that shit spill like an ink blot I'll never
And I get no real use out of this
But I'll tell you right now I'm damn proud of it, yeah
And Abstract's got me madder than hell, 'cause his flows are so
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
Real niggas do real thangs real niggas
Never die and never
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