Lyrics:
heart is worth about ten cents
I've been adding it up
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta get straight
I gotta get
Diving to
Depths
For greatness
Keep your mind
In the gutter
Buttered up by
Self deprecation
Defamation
No delegating
This is your decimation
Estimation
You
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
Looking like the Hulk
In thathoodie tank
On that creatine
Your favorite rapper 5’5
I’m throwing 225
About to weigh 205
Hercules to a harmless fly
Faith
girl wanna ride me like range rover
[Verse 1: Matty Cent]
Hollup, touchdown
I gotta go get the green (turnt up)
Niggas be hating on niggas they ill, you
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
moving my guy
Eating up prizes, enemies behind
But I'm in a jam, on my last life
Gotta hunker down, or break another five
All the games are, beeping
promise we gon' finna' take your spot
And set it off
(Yuh)
And thats just how we finna' do it
I get mean on this shit
Vagabond finna' lose it
Y'all agree
get a message saying that you wasn't well
You had some kind of lump on your neck
Could I meet her at the hospital just to check?
Here's where shit got
forget to fix a plate
Jesus fed 5,000
I'm just trying to get my servings straight
Everybody eat
We live by the words we say
Make the call it's a go fam
you know there's so much here in store
You gotta take what's yours and get up off the floor
Open up the door, and then fly to the sky
What's next for
to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks,
groove works
Yeah the truth hurts, still
Had to make it up to Kathmandu
See the light get burned scoop facts and move
In a new direction contemplating new
into that five story building
I tell you five stories before it happens
And then I get it cracking
These guys are lying
They go together like raw meat
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,
stacking meal tickets
Gotta close another deal that's how I still get it
Full commission, Pitchin promo shit to get your wheels spinning
Blowing up your
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
girl...gotta let me know, what your heart is feelin'
It's the way you look, the way you talk, the way you walk
Gotta be the one you want, after the show baby
somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?
go round like we sharing the cents
Like Mary go round Not rolling a spliff
I'm tryna get it by the 1st and the 5th
So let me tell what the shit really
thought they can get my cool
Back to my days as a youngster
Smoking weed with my G's, gotta wonder
In the 'lac with the crack, with my OG's in the back
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
a hundred
Gotta let you know above it all I gotta get my money
And it's fucked right?
Got where I am I did work for it
Still would say I ain't hurt for it
But
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