Lyrics:
I heard two of his songs, and they made me fully fledged bored
Makes my head sore, but this is not a diss
He's just Eminem if Eminem was in a sale
song
When they pass by I bob my head along
I can't [Incomprehensible] but don't mind the aroma
If the deli out of [Incomprehensible] then I settle
Running down a hill like Tom Bombadil
Just trying to get his fill
He speaks in rhythms and talks in rhymes
Is Tom Bombadil divine?
The Unwatched Tree
fumble the bag
This is your chance
Don't watch me run up a tab
Gimme a short dance
Shake a lil tail for me
Pull up to my watering hole
Trynna get around
all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, I recapture
all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, I recapture
Ya
Coming for a second time
Forgot To Blow Out The Lights
Thought I got them all this time
Don't blame me if Im surprised
Suspicion on the rise again
man I can't confess
Demand trial by combat to die fighting God bless
Another day another struggle another song
Tell me lord where I'm right and where
this the Trump Era got it for low
Papi the product he get of the boat, if you order by 10 then you get them for low
Stocked & Malone - I give and I go
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called
I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's
the night
Half-dead you sing your bounder's song
Half-dead you sing, half-dead you sing
Sing for the bounder whose word is never kept
A bindle
the night
Half-dead you sing your bounder's song
Half-dead you sing, half-dead you sing
Sing for the bounder whose word is never kept
A bindle
You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off
Alice is in, and she’s on.
I’ve played her to fill the room
And you
Should know by now, by looking, what I want
And what I’m thinking.
When my
She was just a shawty
With a story
Thinking lemme record it
Used to lam and sell entjies
By the toilet
Kind seemed naughty
But the extra income
I’m getting older/
Watch over my shoulder for Eric Holders/
Hold on wait a minute/
This shit get deep by the second/
Head first but I know where I’m
Ain't worried bout the competition I don't get scared by my own shadow
Fightin' demons up inside of my head but that's just half the battle
All terrain,
a fortune
Niggas want a portion
But taking my money is something
Like taking an organ
This is the real life, we call it street life
So much pain, this
ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
[Cage]
I met this kid named Bob Skarm(?), he had a farm
His pops got shot
a spliff then a Hennessey gets lit up
Yo, that's why I sing all the songs I sung
I’ve been a street hustler from young
When I buy a 4 and a half
Put a crumb
long
Lyrics all in my head
Can stop, gon make these songs
And get my daughter dis bread
I heard her favorite color pink now
Got more in common than u
Less than half a minute
I have less than thirty seconds
I have less than half a minute
To complete this little minute waltz
But every note that's
You don’t know me if you tell me that you miss the old me…
I’m painting pictures, I’m the rapping Van Gogh…
I don’t expect this song to blow up, but
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