Lyrics:
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
album, that shit be wack, your lyrics sound choppy, FNO, SPC, we been On top, you'll never stop me
Bitch, we go up like a rocket, why you talkin' outta
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
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
why I haven't got the job yet
She ain't tryna hear it
Fuck
I got this motherfuckin', uh, this motherfuckin
You know, the, uh, smoke alarm shit, bro
It
My rhymes are hot stuff
Snow White just rocked up
Y'all lies and all cut
And every time they do get represented its usually by a female
Thats
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
Why not when I'm feeling like a winner
Call me Dillon Brooks
But wait I actually deliver
Let me know when you drop 40
By then I'll be pushin' 40
Maybe
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
Niggas be mad at themselves
Why give a fuck or be involved with any of they business
I know women giving hell
Ain't doing none but
Putting that shit
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
I grab a rapper by the throat
Y'all the sheep and I'm the goat
What y'all even rhyming fo'
Y'all should leave, it's time to go
Adios I gotta go
conversation when I'm lookin' up
Be on the look out for that album when it drop from clouds
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child of God
Mesmerized
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Sometimes I don't know why I dropped the album
Sometimes I doubt that as a drain man, I am Malcolm
My own feelings made my bars Wacker
Next time we will write
The lyrics specific, the ocean Pacific
The album explicit and I'm only spitting the truth
And if by lake or by river the water be working, the Nibo be lurking
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