Lyrics:
keep em coming
Like collections plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Intimidate
Niggas in the city
Who've
even set my speakers up
Surrounded by boxes that I need to unpack
Which are filled with the books that I've never read
But I'm holding onto the promise
know one day you'll hit L.A., you've got that Lou Reed swagger
You, smoking cigarettes and breaking hearts while shooting daggers
When those forsaken try
and Spike Lee
Busta Rhymes Lou Reed Maggie Gyllenhaal
And Notorious B.I.G
You can tell them all that I'll be getting high
So just drop on by
If I could live
on a loose sleeve
Profusely, the youth need
To follow where the truth leads
I’ve walked the wild side with Lou Reed
With demons pitchin' pills for dirt cheap
the new sounds, you found on your mix tape
Sipping Coca Cola, to "Lou Reed's" Lola, talkin' 'bout music and outer space
Lets go retro, Lets go retro
Talk
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
ever exist
Who says a family needs a mister and miss
They've got a dream
Picture the scene
They want to drive down to Vegas
Get married by Elvis
(Lou Reed)
Candy says I've come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world
Candy says I'd like to know completely
What others so
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
Howdy Doody look like Lou Reed.
But he gave you everything that you need.
You might not be a blue blood but you're sure a true breed.
You look
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
listening to her CD Collection, I inquiring about any
I didn't recognize, I put in Ten Thousand Maniacs Our Time in Eden album, informing
Her that I had all
I beat the odds to get even
I swear the way I keep winning you would've thought I was cheating
I reed up in the morning and sold it all by that
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
My first album had no
Famous guest
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
17
A collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived
17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head
My own
I'm kicking up dust on an empty street
Waiting for John, Rob, Brian and Liz
I've already been stopped by the police
They're getting kicks, I'm
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