Lyrics:
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
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
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin' for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all
real fast
First time
Nah I'm just kidding wit y'all
How y'all feelin', listen to the album 'cause it's bangin'
We have only thirty-five
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
Goddammit, yes, that is why I did it
Another five, are you kidding me?
That's right
Who do you think you are?
I am
my whole career for five years
As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance
I got out by a chance
Them nights was like the Superbowl watching
That Spells Beanie Bitch
(Haha) (Haha)
I swear this is just the beginning
Album is currently under construction
Y'all better buckle up
Album is loading
under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, be -12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
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
First off I give a fuck about all that top five
If I ain't in it
Niggas barely ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm still winnin' from
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
company
While most of why'all live at the label
Beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table, doin routine dances for advances
(Ooh,
I do the paper or plastic
Bitch I grew up as a bastard yuh
I got 5 blunts and won't pass it yuh
I get a check and I cash it
(I got a check)
I got
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
the devil now I'm enslaved by this shit
Hand never sits still how shall I write with the pen
When you made me why did you leave me fucked up in the head
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin' for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all
stuck in my brain
She wanted to meet up, she wanted to date
I only had five bucks to my name
I'm under pressure, but I get better
Brodie done told me,
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
could never judge
I had guys I called brothers leave me in the storm
That's why my heart still cold even when it's warm
All of a sudden they forget
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