Lyrics:
the medal
Ain't talking bout pots and pans
And if you get my drift then nigga
You better watch where you stand
Had medals swinging left to right
When I played
The stars get no sleep
Last joint left, some things you can't keep
People saying, some things I can't be
But that's alright, I'll always be me
that I took and I still won
Young, father figure the mind strong as a body builder
Built this shit from the ground up like bob builder
If you talking
I can hear
Wow
I'm not deaf
Thank you for 40 cents
Touching women like I'm Bob
Sending out the mob
Mopping up the floor
Yeah Max is poor, 47 cents in
the crime, that's why you gotta quit it
I just call it how I see it, how I see it, you ain't really with the business
You just talking, boy
This is really how
Records we reloaded with a full clip
I let my little shorties worry about that cute shit
But I'm the prospect that you got to respect
Your man got a little
life, I'm in the field like FIFA
I told you Scripture is my weapon yes I got my heater
I don't follow trends I make em, I was born a leader
I'm healed by
You know a nigga in New York we gotta smoke that sour Diesel
Be the Boss or get bossed around
Feel me
30,000 feet
By time you hear this
I'll be
All my shooters turn to Rambo or Commando
(rrrah)
We the first ones that came up with the bando
(bando) talking ‘bout you got the Act
But what they
The Messiah is near, you can hear his hooves knocking
All the prophecies came true, shush I'm doing the talking
The end of days are upon us, see Armageddon is
to me honestly, don't you see I need to talk to you
I need to hear that we're okay
And say the things I meant to say
So, talk to me before
Before
than I should've been
Pulling me by the hair, she is on top my back
I had never thought you would devolve to that
I put my hand on the top my heart
Baby,
this place to well
From the norm I fell
I only have you to tell
Am I talking to myself
Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
I guess I
the stars to the trees
The birds and the bees
Whole galaxies live inside of you and me
What's the meaning of time
The truth I master equally
the definition
a bitch who the fuck she talking to
You can tell by her face its a riddle
I'm hard on a bitch never to soft on a hoe
Pops taught me that I was little
I
I’m a champion
Check da numbers I’m a champion
Tired of hearing all your tracks
Cah none of you be talking facts
Tell ‘em suckers I’m a champion
We'll make people's law
Will make a torment strong
It's there where we'll go
It's there where we'll blow
Hear the sound of metal talking about your dreams
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
ever!
They are not prepared and you are not prepared!
Got a whole pack of black n mild
Still wants smoke
Category 5 soft I ain't hear one bloke
You don't
to show up to get the money
Mail it, I'm going in
Oh (can you hear me?)
I paid my dues and earned my stripes
No matter what ya say it's all me
(Can
like a cordless phone
You see my intentions with you is clear
I'm learning not to judge a woman by the shit that she wear
Therefore, you shouldnt
you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
[Talking]
And the moral of the story is
All for one, one for all
Yo lil nigga signin out,
Somebody (Can I get a witness)
Is it right to be treated so bad when you give her everything you had
Keep on talking in my sleep 'cause I haven't seen my
with a bitch, don't fuck and just kiss
But hold up, I'm so different, hit your block, you hear a yop
That'd be like Herm trippin', I walked in with two
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