Lyrics:
twenties
I tried to become a recording artist and recorded an album of music
My partner producer Paul and I worked 50/50 on a 10 song album that we called
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
almost better
You might say
Jamie do you remember how we used to have the highary
Yes
Don't you think that that's possibly the best way to
Write song
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
the subject
Lord why you took Rabbit from me, he say don't ask me nothing
Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
Not enough bullets, these
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
E'ry body shady in the world of an outlaw
They gon' be lying on you when you get a lil' clout y'all
Dirt on my name in the world of an outlaw
So I don
Yo
You'd think after all these years of being clean I'd get my feelings back
Right? So why it don't feel like that
It's like God built my heart
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
table
I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear
The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about,
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once you look at it
You know (Really do)
They don
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Turn me up, turn me up
Yea fucking oath
Alright let's go
Yea, Ay
I don't wanna write these love songs
I just wanna take it back
I just wanna be with
cause know I don't want to hear yo album
I don't want to hear it, hear it, just a bunch of links
I wonder what happened to Late Night Money Making
I
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
My new name from now on, don't even call
have to be signed by a production company or be in a group? And he said, No, Asian women don't make it in America. No one buys from Asian women. This is
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