Lyrics:
paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet
But I hear him
I'll sit alone
In my lonely room
Everyday hustle like William
Yeah
Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse,
around me)
Yo, straight up son (CREAM, get the money)
That's what it's about
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
It's all about this cream, y'all
(Cash rules
And Paul McCartney couldn't do shit 'bout that
'Cause it was murder, nigga
Listen, this ain't about you and me
It's about Trayvon Martin and Huey P.
You lay around the house
Nothing much to bark about
Jump onto the bed
Just bones and squirrels inside your head
This is the only life I see
For you
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
the barrel
Did you check the sand?
Is it on our ship?
Silvered cup
Where are you
I don't know about you bruh, but I don't see it
Let's scout out this island,
“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”
I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold
judge them by the fruit it ain't hard to see
What Jesus say to workers of iniquity? Depart from me
Ooh ooh boy don't start with me
Ooh ooh boy don't start
whoa now! Slow down switch it up
Mami don't frown go down eat it up! You see me and my niggas only come out on the weekends
'Cause the weekdays too
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
I said think about your future
You can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
[Lupe Fiasco]
O'
Yeah
Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about!
Let's do it, Kanye West, see'mon turn me up and
Black Thought, see'mon turn me up and
Pharoahe Monch,
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
in you)
Freak in you (freak in you)
Is there a freak in you? (Freak in you)
Come and talk to me, oh (oh)
Quick, rush, rush, rush
Baby, just like
you fool"
Come on, you don't recognize me?
Damn look, it's Lowdy Williams, he drunk as fuck
Insulting the waitresses. Oh man haha
Fuck shit, even
tip toe
Now tip toe
Now tip toe
Don't take nobody with you to my house
If anybody see you then our secret gon' be out
Don't let nobody catch you by my
boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by
Oh man
Oh man, oh man
Not again
Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't
pass the test because 1520 Sedgwick was where I was blessed. All you Mc's talking about the checks you cash. Tell me what you know about grandmaster
Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again
Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley
You can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
low, let me turn it up
Let me fuck up your ear 'til my sperm is up
In your brain, and the baby Will.i.am's be saying
Hands up, coming with rhythms
motion what
I call poetry like honestly
Neva gave a fuck about niggas though of me
Talking crazy hit you discus clothesline just like Brodie Lee
Brodie Lee
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