Lyrics:
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
the chamber, y'all my road kill
Could pay a lot of bills for a dude y'all say got no skill
So what the fuck y'all expect me to do?
I guess I'll hand y'all
good (y'all niggas is pussy)
Green faced AP, cost me four-fifty, we don't see y'all ass
I been hurtin' your heart with these lil' bitches, I wanna see
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Ladies and gentlemen, Kelly's back
Told y'all I was gonna bump like this
Y'all didn't think that I could bump like this
Said, I told y'all I was
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony,
bitches with me and they really down to touch the road
I been floating cross borders doing shows
I got four five hittas with me and we all live by the code
Em' that I'm still legit
Y'all say y'all ball with payments to make
On the G4 cigar with plane flicks to take
G5 private plane away from jakes
And yeah
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded
Uh-huh, I did it again niggas
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggas asking yourself
Is he gon' ever
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox
[Chorus]
You can catch me at the hot spot
I fox, I plot, at the bar y'all
All night, I pops
Is it
the party out the club take it straight to the crib
Bitch I'm about to drink so much champagne
Got on 'bout four or five chains, Rick James
Woke up in
represent yours Crew
Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't
Yeah
And I deserve a top five spot
And I'ma roll like that until the tires Rott
And I control this rap a drop of a dime nah
And Rasha cold as shit
She
of the century
My independence up holds my entire recovery
1 2 3 4 5
Comin back better then Alive
I'm only 12 still living on your demise
Cant you see
Not in your
I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow
Let lead fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
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