Lyrics:
plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
Cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein
Money maintain
Don’t go against the grain,
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
and champagne in control of my image/
I ain’t selling my soul for nobody’s wishes, no/
Cooked crack, CDs are the trap/
Musical mercenary these songs into cash/
every song is a different style
I love a musical challenge so I'm trying my hand at rap
But the only thing people care about is pop's overproduced crap
good not to go
over again, going round the way they go around
too tight in the ass for florida's general chicago,
sensing the general strike in maud
the noises that aren't human voices
Like what's behind everything
As in the like
Way, this is our way
Mro-mrooom
That's the bass
And the weird sounds are from
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
A lil' nigga I’ll love till death play me my tune
And soon we’ll see our kids go on and graduate from school
Are there anymore after her, more after her
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
these songs like in one day, and in two days
I gotta bring up one thing, you know, go back to in story
The day I did the 'Can't be Life' beat I tracked
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
draw your inspiration from
When you're creating your music?
MGK: You know, it's funny on my last
Album, I wrote the song "27
" and I was talking about
granny had cancer
I'm 'posed to graduate and make my way back to Atlanta
No job, no money or nothin' from ballin'
Because between that and school, that
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
the Birmingham crew
North London representing right now, okay
Yes blud, this is a real clash star
Levels are way high, okay
Big up my Meridian tugs
Lord
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
the "fireman" to get me down
I had my own ladder but I knocked it down
When I go to work I'm high
I fuck shit up, that's all the time
I'm so bogus, I'm so lazy,
an iris
Drawn to drill sailor and a siren
See that switch and seeking asylum
High ain't sniff that shit in my sinus
Walk with the song in my head like
all my shit's cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can't last if I'm smokin' on a crack pipe
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
Back to high school
I recorded two songs
On a PC
But then there was malware
And I still have
These nightmares
About losing control
Of the computer
the feat of making
Even The Fugs music sound sweet
With the least musical folk-rock
Racket in history
Far from the West Coast hippy scene
New York
at Allstate Insurance
GQ: So how did you go
From Fatburger to writing
Songs for Brandy and Justin
Bieber and John Legend?
Frank Ocean: We're talking about
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