Lyrics:
always have that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a homegirl like Aesha from Cincinnati
Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be happy?
of like a reality check for the rap artists who have accepted me
Lately more than any other block of fans that I've got
Other than the middle-aged European
like mine
Her voice is really nice
Yeah, this is my friend Ray
My best friend Ray, who I gave the shaker that he lost
And we were hanging out and I was
the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like, who done it?
Sucker duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest
don't like that nigga
He only out sold her 'cause he fuckin' Kylie Jenner (Word)
Kim was on ecstasy when Ray J recorded, that's what she just said
For
Orchestrating humanity
Is a job for me and you and them and thee, thee, thee, thee
Are the begotters, are the begotters trying to understand who begot who
I
groove
I got affection for you
You are my everything boo
My Sunshine Malabula
Fine girl bora bora
I am mesmerized by your eyes
Petrified by your moves
So
to the face
Ain't no love for no nigga who hate
I got the hood on lock, it's laced
Ain't no witnesses, ain't no traces
Pluto
Yuh, hear no evil, see no
out that door
Maybe we'll make it work
Show me how those Princes
They get off to the groove
All these eyes on me when
I just wanna show you how I move
respect to those who slave away
To master a verse one word at a time
Murder a rhyme after planting seeds in this fertile mind
I freestyle to turn hindsight
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
stone, that those who do hear cannot again return
Home
Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my
Head's made me
Bolder,
us
watch his ass appraise. you think you alive when fighting
feels like fucking face to face? man, remember the drone
who works for the man who
you ball
Like I'm D. Fish shooting the 3
When you need bars who do you call
Roscoe got it all by the Kilo
You lost and never found she not fucking for
gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like
they stoned off that competitive drug
And I don't blame 'em, 'cause those who above me, I'm gunnin' for
Try and make my way to the top, startin' from
that poolroom hung like a fog
When he talked it sounded like a growling dog
He said, "Would you care for a dollar on the five or nine?"
Now this man
overdose
I hope you niggas hear the truth
So honest in my interviews
If Parker Lewis couldn't lose
I'm blackin' out at Tongue & Groove
Royalty, I run
more, for their hip-hop dollar, man
And I'm just the rapper to deliver
The rapper that can give a
Funky rhyme, flowing like a river
Silky, silky, kind
(Yeah)
Yeah I saved myself
Damn near paid myself
All those things I felt
Still I dodged my hell
Don't know who I am
Yet I know myself
Had my soul for
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Factoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something
Bumpin' (bumpin') and scrumpin' for your consumption
Listen close to the slick and those
of a family 500+ strong, the bloodline of cousins becomes more like sisters and brothers.
Now Dr. Deloris and Rusty, who are my cousins, are more like my aunt
with instant enemies
Praying for those who decieve me
Look in the mirror
Is the picture clearer
Minds in my head making decisions
Marked liked pigeons
So
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