Lyrics:
at the strip
I might pay a little something to see big titty booty hoes
A lot of these niggas can't rap but they wear some designer now here you go
Why do niggas
this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better"
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh
this guy from, man?
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh, I heard of a heart attack or a big mac attack
But what's a rap attack?
[ Jalil ]
Come here, man, I see I'ma have
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
Wherever I go, I'm the star of the scene
Now I know how it feels to be the star of the team
Girls up here, and they sittin' with me
They don't see it
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
again
they telling us to go to church
forgetting that we God’s temple
to sin though we sin again never expected to win
a battle I hold so high, never
to sell out unless it's at a venue
Well here we go now almost 2 minutes in
And he ain't said s**t but he's sick with a pen
You just ain't getting cause I
the ones
That would take off work
To see my shows
The Aynom's and the Alex's
And every one that challenges
The norms
By requesting Truth Jones on radio
'm rich)
That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Pesos, Euros, Yen,
mean what I'm saying
And when I say what I mean, even when I'm surrounded by the fakest
From one of the greatest sinners, blessed with most of God's
that dope again
I'm in the kitchen on that Adderall, focusing
I'm on the road, doing shows, with some hoes again
I hit the gas a couple times, then I
I was only 14 when you left me
You were right by my side, yet I couldn't see
All the things from my past, I just let em go
So now I write and I rap
to see you around here again and by the way
I need an autograph for my kids they love you eh?
poor, why can't he tap into him?
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war
With a clown he's yelling "At it again"
I
This tape finna be so hard
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, ayy (Lil' bitch ask did I cheat)
Y'all here? Here we go again
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
your eyes, you'll go insane
I mean, what's up with that plastic plane?
You're an idiot if you disagree
You gotta see Hyakugojyuuichi
If you got
mine stop, listen up devil
You don't wanna battle me with speed
I practically invented a crypt and
I can't be beat
So grab a seat, when I rap this heat
Bitch here we go again
Getting tired of saving your ass
Imma give yo ass some lessons from the bqck after class
Call me Mario cause they save
the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around
If you don't know by now, I'm talking 'bout Chi-Town!
I'm coming home again
Do you think about me now
Take us out of water, and we just flop
I hear them outside my door!
(Here we go again) i can't take it anymore!
(Will this ever end?)
These mobs keep
[Sauce:]
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
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