Lyrics:
waste no time or trust no bitch
I’m on my grind get off my dick
I told you time and time again
Where the fuck you been? (On my shit)
Working out call me
jacker with a prover
Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you
deserve this
Selfish thought
All I see are ghosts of long lost
Lovers that have gone
Trying to move on
No one sees me grieving
Tell myself it's healing
American Dreams
Is what they selling you
But never tell the truth
They're failing you
Unprepared is you
To jump out into this world
With no safety net
a high-chair, the devil's refugee
Is gonna be blinded by the light that follows me
She fade in-out
She fade in-out
Without a doubt
I don't see no shine
a high-chair, the devil's refugee
Is gonna be blinded by the light that follows me
She fade in-out
She fade in-out
Without a doubt
I don't see no shine
don't know if I would quit but I doubt it
I'm taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I'm so strung
the case for everything"
No! No! No! We're not doing this shit again! Get on with it!
Time is reaching the point when we'll die
Everything humans rely on is
me
And lettin' nothin' stressin' me
And showin' me that TRU records was my destiny
And I'll be in the living legends, no gimmicks
A made nigga,
sipper
So, how, did you get the verbals?
Mr. Prime Minister who used to give the herbals
Born, yes I'm born, you could say genetical
When it comes
It's your boy Mr. Shine Bright, yeah
Yeah, I always keep my mind right, yeah
And I'm living in divine light
That's why they call me Mr. Shine Bright
I know that means the people listening.
Switch up
Excuse me while I pick up
A fluid move, no hiccups
I'm moving through like big trucks
That's a big
Don’t reply to her message in 30 secs
She gon call you like why you ain’t text me
Some just call to bond no Barry
Some are unhappily married
Some Bitches
Using details about what something is, saying it is what it is
Doing what I gotta do to handle my serious biz, calling me Mr. Wiz
I'm like a wiz kid with
business private when he put me on a jet Please excuse my French, but he shitting on them, And my baby good when he on the block He a lil hood so he tote
Hello, hello Miss America, this black gold on the pavement got me tearing up
Fist up, afros out....ain’t no fear in us
My inner Nina stepping out,
Take a little breath, baby
Another round, on me!
Hey, hey, excuse me could you use an ashtray?
Oh, don't worry
I think I got my second wind
I think I can
I won't change, no, I won't change
Hate it or love it, I am doin' my thing
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Gregory the Great
Mr. Stuntin' On These
[Mr. Shadow]
I follow you
All of you
Every single one of you
Shadow be the man with the plan
That'll shadder you
Flatter you, with my style
Let me
so unfair to me
I got these down days and there's no more to say
Low feels now it's like everyday
Slow walks as we stroll by the bay
But low patience
it's me by what I have planned.
At least I'll have somewhere to land.
Make way boys
I'm here watching for ghosts again
But no matter how high I am
When
it's me by what I have planned.
At least I'll have somewhere to land.
Make way boys
I'm here watching for ghosts again
But no matter how high I am
When
15 in a row, back in my zone double the bag then I double my product
Im back on my shit man there's no doubt about it
I can't give it up I don't like
friends
Used to talk trash
So fuck you bitch, excuse my french
Ain't no way
The boy Jose
Beats by J
Cant complain
Made that heat
But it ain't no satan
But
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