Lyrics:
Dipset
As we proceed
What have we here (take that take that)
It's 0-9 motherfucker (one thing to do)
We get money motherfucker (yo)
I pulled
on nothing
But keep it real 'til I seen it ain't work
Relocate my heart to right here
So I say "Nene the first"
My baby mama pick me and drive
Me out by my
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
Yea.
The Champ is here I'm here to make you pay,
I'm a wash you up and send you on your.
You train all day as the number one,
Your money hand hit
know what I'm headed for (ha)
We 'bout to feed these youngin's to the metaverse
Meanwhile I'm over here just tryna pen a verse
'Cause I'm done bein'
Grandpa was big as a tree
He'd sway back and forth to Stan Getz records
And I'd hang off his arm like a leaf
When he told a joke, had to hold my pee
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
I ain’t really from the hood but I’m here now
And whoever said it was good don’t know what they talking about
The other day I asked a kid from
One time bring it back check the message
Two times I look around and count my blessings
Sometimes up and downs got me stressing
Still out here counting
And so proud because you had your grandpa's curls
You liked to party and you really felt the music
Found good friends but you were living day by day
We
He held his headphones like a lasso
After untangling the noose
Standing sturdy in his grandpa's dirty cowboy boots
Trying to find his truth
Somehow
lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when
running and the washing machine
There's a Lithuanian in the engine
What are you doing here
Cause I want you to be in my life
Why must we fight over
when she walk
Like a Love Jones when she talks
Such a cutie right? Their whole crew is tight
But they don’t do it like her
It seems like for a while
still the only work we'll ever know
We don't grow, we don't grow
We don't grow tobacco around here no more
Grandpa told me this, I know
Change is
Said she love it over here
She never wanna leave
She love it over here
She never wanna leave
Mmm yeah you pressure girl
I wouldn't even waste my time
I'm Dave Robert Jones
More commonly known by my stage name David Bowie
And I'm one of the most
Influential artists of the 20th century
Alright well you
You can follow me, to the promised land.
I've got guns, I've got dynamite
CNN is my satellite
You'd better not, come inside
'Cause no one here is
Yeah
Uh
Hey yo this is family shit right here man
This shit is family
This is my crew
You know what I'm saying
It's bout that butterfly effect
Cmon
and then said on that note
I'd like to show you another something that I doubt you've ever seen
Here, take a look at this beautiful machine
The strange
vibing with the stars
Man, I felt pitty in my eyes
Time went by a lot happened
Now she slim and smelling
When I tell you its all funny and cherry
Here's
And as he bounced the last track
He forgot to leave the autotune on
Woo scary
Come on grandpa that's a lame story
Yeah
Do you have anything that's
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