Lyrics:
2 checking up my check list, yeah
Making moves like I'm C Breezy,
I'm just one hell of a nigga with lucid dreams (Lucid dreams)
Anne McClain on my
You're so nice, you're my high
Wrap my ivy around your thighs
I love that you trust me
Now can we just make love in the backseat? In the backseat? (Yeah
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
family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect...
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear
I'm checking in and out like a hotel
Say goodbye that I'm saying oh well
In my prime but it feel like a hell
From a place where the snow won't melt
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, sweet love, yeah
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
I shoulda held on tight, I never shoulda let
end up in my mercy
Just show some courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas still got it)
(Believe that shit)
I got killas 'round the way ready
featuring The Reepz
Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone
now, I be swervin' all these ladies (Swerve, swerve)
I can't fuck with no bitch 'cause the bitches being shady
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Olivia just by my side
to the radio
But nowadays man these kids don't know how to rhyme
Man hell yeah I'm getting outta line
Man I used to fuckin' idolize
But rap haven't been
name Nel
First letter C, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
rhyme animal,
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
Nti one person, you ah you are a teacher
Radio presenter, T.V presenter, M.C, fashion designer, also a musician
Yenye wo den. Aden!
Accra stay by
distractions »
We from Africa, yeah that's far from the Hamptons
But that only made me stronger than Samson
I got rejected by the teachers and pastors
Yeah I'm
live, real rap's back again
You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio
The "Sonic Jihad" continues
Where you either with us, or you against us
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck y'all niggas talking 'bout huh? (It's time I see you)
Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only
the only one
I am currently living in a bar just outside the Kandak city
We had to hijack a radio station just to deliver this message
I know so many of you
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
report to work early to deliver the worm
With a back well covered by the buddies of ease
there aint no way in hell that I could ever catch a disease
but wisely kept a
Pen and pad by, so when I had my
Opportunity to rap, man I
Set my goals and then I shot for
What I do best: funny, to hell with
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, sweet love, yeah
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so
I shoulda held on tight, I never shoulda let
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
the next chronic
Roc Nation, Cole World, it's a wrap nigga
Put yo diamonds in the sky take that nigga
Yeah, put your diamonds in the sky
Wave ‘em side
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