Lyrics:
you
My only plan is to be free
With or without you
I'm still me
Ah
I'll join a band and sing like a canary
Get out of here and change my name to Cherry
Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow
I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords,
Women out here beggin for rings when they be whores
I don't rap for radio, hear the sound of my voice
Do I sound like I just be talkin to make some noise
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
all by heart I’d sing along everyday
(Verse)
When I started writing raps I was 9
You was 9?
Righteous was a Gregg house staff at the time
He was nice
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ITS HARD TO MAKE SOMETHIN
sway
Your acclaim temporary, in the Bible you Joseph
Know you ain't known without Mary
Know some niggas who won't rap with rap cause rap is too
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
Yeah, let me fade Away
Turn up the radio, and grab Mary Jane by the hand
Feel that breeze on my face, and slip away without a trace
Oh, Lucy, caress me
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
various blossoms
"Awesome. Now then, what the fuck that got to do with me?"
Idkg, I be wavy
How we stay free?
Being without a block on the seeing
I was
and disappear
Our families all gather round to remember
Where we are flesh and blood, by the next one
We are dust under the wheels
Without a love, we are only
at the drive-in of our spring fling
And then the radio played that song we used to sing
Hey, sometimes I think about it
Oh, you know I think about it
Hey,
at the drive-in of our spring fling
And then the radio played that song we used to sing
Hey, sometimes I think about it
Oh, you know I think about it
Hey,
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
barrel
Like, hail Mary, full of grace
Niggas come in and shoot up the place
And make you pull up your face
The deck, I'm a pull out the ace
From
place
And I'll call you tomorrow
Mary said to me, sing that song I think I know...
I said I know how it goes
Yeah I know of goes
see them in the entrance
I be getting faded fireball is my apprentice
Metaphors I live by my nigga Lupe get the credit
On top of that they can't
boys and her name is Mary Jane
'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs
Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log
In my dressing room but
twin,
Semi-automatic, rap on soul beats and EDM
Motherfuckers wanna encore, so we gonna sing again
I got me umbrellas, for the bullet showers, CNN
The way
ain't no mo holding me back
They know that I rap
I cut up on tracks
And I know my shit crack
I Got'em fiending like Jodeci back
Cause Jodeci back
If you
Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is
I love you, rest in peace
You still here though
Word up
This goes out to you
Mary Parker, Loretta Randall
Grandfather
and go to church
Hail Queen Mary, then to work
Like a BX boogie dwarf like
Hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho
I'm the shit at least the burp
Yes I rap and go
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