Lyrics:
I'm not really worried bout no algorithm
Only wave that I'm on is my album rhythm
Looking to the sky saying Abba fill em
Show me where to go
that I'm in his top 5
That ain't no lie
I remember times where I never even knew
If I was gonna get by
You can do anything you put your mind too
I swear
P-Rhymes rich
Dade County, let it do what it do
[DJ Khaled]
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my
Better do your research
Feeling like I fell out of the sky and landed feet first
My squad go hard, my squad go concrete, watch my team work
Hell yea,
ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
("You gotta use what you got
To get what you want")
Cool, I heat you up
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
missions to complete like its the last of us that's missing
By us I mean an industry of talented women
See we got work to do to break the mould and humble
and do a push up
You smokin' all my purple kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Lil'
There's only one bitch
The real one
Britney
(Mustard on that beat)
Look in the mirror
Who do I see?
Who do I wanna be today?
If you came for
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
Guilty by association
I heard he’s rolling with that pagan
I’ll treat him like a spliff
Roll up and then blaze him
Yeah
Roll up and then blaze him
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not
everything I want
But
I'm shackled by my own roof
I be like dam
I wanna get out of my house and do
What I want
But I gotta stay inside, some days
And rest
Look, all I need is one sixteen
To brag on my king
Romans 1:16
We brag about him daily ‘cause he runs this thing
Can I do it?
Yes, sir
Can I do
Terrace-Nine
Smoking hot and smoking pot or
You know an alien version
Stylish tops and never stoppin' with Summer
The smothering heat that I'm servin'
Might
Feeling all the weight of the stars
But I just can't keep missing you
I'm running past you all alone
Grab my hand shawty, what you trying to do?
If
you came to lie (Came to lie)
I don't wanna say goodbye (Say goodbye)
I wonder if emotions die? (Yeah)
In my head I see a different version
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
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