Lyrics:
em say uh masterpieces
Nowadays gotta kiss ass just to make it
Reason why lame ill why the real is ancient
Never hear this song played on radio waves
You made me think overthink 'til I totally thought I might
Go crazy out and about staring in to the traffic lights
I hear your voice on the radio it's
a three day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve
Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing
Like how them hoes want to get it with L
They know it's cold enough
price of $499"
"Now, available at your nearest
South Central liquor store"
Yeah, this Radio station KMG
And whenever you wanna hear some funky shit
Put
(Yeah)
Missin' me 'cause your heart wasn't right
Then you close your eyes and you think of me
Since you can't sleep, 'cause you've been daydreamin'
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Bitch, eat shit and die!
Good pussy's hard to find man, hell yeah!
Bitch and I want a bitch with a eyepatch!
You know what I’m sayin'? I want good
ran like hell!
Yeah, I ran like hell!
I remember well!
To your father's dispatch window
"Hey, let me in, yo!
They're coming to get me!"
Young Mula, baby
Yeah, I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me
When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me
My niggas
knife (in a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees
The body in the icebox
Has no date for freeze (in a car jam)
(In a car jam)
display on the radio station
105.99.1, what I'm facing
I do it on my own, I do it how you know
I'm about to shoot a video with Drake, shot that
Oh yeah, I
into the car after taking some shots
The radio's playin' the Game's and Kanye West wouldn't get that far
My car making a sound cause this shit got shot
the weather
You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here
So I drive (drive drive)
Watching white lines passing by
My plastic dashboard Jesus
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka)
Oh shit, hell no this can't be
Who's this on the radio dissing me
D-O- double
The hell you need a chaser when
All this liquor is watered down?
Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all
That fuck boy rap
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
the radio, scream it again and lets get the hell out of this place
Oh yeah
Headed nowhere, headed nowhere
Young and wild and free
Headed nowhere, headed
Bringing real rap back
[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone
explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now
We fire
Damn
We fire
Damn
We fire
Damn
Bout to burn this motherfucker down
We fire
Damn
We fire
Gah damn
We fire
Hell yeah
Bout to burn the whole
Uh, uh, yeah, ya-yeah
Ready, ready, ready, ready, uh
[Hook]
Now everybody wants to be rich (Yeah)
Nobody wants to be poor (Uh huh)
Every day ya hope
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