Lyrics:
really dont know
Topics can change like cars in traffic stop and go
All about my cabbage aint got time for beef
So why would you want to be haten on me
finished
Know that I’m still in it
Pressure I still feel it, I know it’s not for everyone and some things are God-given
Some of my brothers still in
That's right, album number ten, Short Dawg's in the house
It's gettin' close to the end y'all
But we gonna kick it like this on the last album
a minute with a bible and I'm proud of every modafucking rival
The car is tinted and so is my eyes I Steve wonder why you blind to business
The album had
What am I doing
Where am I going
What the fuck is happening
I wish I knew
I'm taking it day by day
Hour by hour
Minute by minute
I keep holding
again and make some Benjemins
My brother said the last few slapped like Smith did
But if I don't love it, why should I make that my image
And backtrack
pot, get a hit, tonne of views, tonne of clicks
Only then I'll get profit, make some digits
I'm undetected, too sneaky, no hi-vis, no
Why you flexing,
this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know
wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
I'm type crashin', down
Relax your muscles this distraction's just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after 'cause it's back to business
So let's sit back
Everything Is Okay (Lyrics) By, Doobie
Hook
I’m tryna tell myself that everything is okay
And no ones here to wipe away my tears
Going through some
not see it
But they wind up sellin' they own ass
One album, two album, they gone they don't last
So hold on a minute now, don't be so fast
Knowledge
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
my bedroom, oh
And I'm 'bout to drop another album full of hits
By mid-2020 you gon' know who Jayden Jesse is!
If you ain't got nothing nice to say
all my digits
I'm gettin' money by the minute
And if my opps tryna run up on my brothers then we finna pay em a visit
Pushin' the gas, no limit
I got
And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
un-hate-able
I do it for the love of it, thats why they dub my shit
I can just imaging what tha first went through and shit
I just call it as I see things by
case
The last girl I gave my heart to
I won’t say her name
This albums dedicated to the lovers
Cuz when the world is on fire
They carry all of our
corona
And I may have just thrown a
A little bit of shade and damn I made a whole thirty minute album
Flying higher than a falcon
Man I make a beat, then
still causin hysteria
Illegal business control America
Yo, rise up brother, raise up sister
Visualize wealth, put yourself in the picture
Very few cats
Uh-huh, okay, murder!
Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most
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