Lyrics:
you fancy, huh?
You getting ready so I know we gon' be here awhile
In the bathroom flat irons and nail files
Spending hours in salons on your
hustles
But that shit is fucking bad, you think that's gon get you heard by
Record staff motherfuckers and they'll be like "damn, sign your name
And then
laughed… HA HA HA HA
Bankroll in pocket - how you think I got it
Everything exotic - how you think I got it
Young nigga with respect - how
You think I got
it's The Magic Carpet
This is what I do
Well if you ever threw me a buck
Hopefully I didn't suck
I think a lot of rappers suck
Like Lipo with a tummy
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you
heard me, and yes I'm sure
I know you think I'm going there, but let's be fair
It's not a conspiracy anymore
It's really happening for sure
The Matrix
heart
On my sleeve, let the runway start
You know the miserable do love company
What do you want from me and my scars?
Everybody lack confidence,
the name
How am I supposed to do good
When I'm trapped in the mental hood
Whatever, you can do better than me
Yeah, I bet you could
Who you know
That's
me how a young girl such as you
Might be thrilled and overwhelmed by me...
What hotel did you say you are staying at?
Wanna split right away?
Not so
when I'm in your face, I'm just Gettin By
Feels like I don't fit any place, don't know why I try
Don't know how I've fallen from grace. Still try-in da
How can you talk about somebody you don't know, you don't know
How can you talk about somebody you don't know
If the show you the real me exca u fit
a fan (woooo)
Issa jane ride
Listen to that J-ROC (aye)
How that bass rock
Kick it hear the bass drop (let's go)
Callmebob be in the booth, so you know
soul?
That's they way that I think with every line
And I'm a be that deep til the day I die
So if you feel me now, sing one time
(Ooooohhhh)
[Verse 2:
couple hours I already a million
Switch it up on 12 got to play a chameleon
Real boss niggas know how to play civilians
Run a company they think that
that reggie in the doobie tray
You punanis smoke catnip in ya cookey phase, fusillade if you impunity no immunity to shooty J, with lil Z Saj, we Do
life
You leaving without it, get caught by the night
I'm sending my dog, cause I know he bite
You think that I'm fighting, go fight for your life
I'm
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
being the man I've become
It's only by God's grace
That I've made it through the years
But not a day goes by
I don't sit and think how I wish you here
wassup we don't know really know much about you
Where you from? How did you get started?
All that stuff
Well, I'm from a lot of different places
You feel
get an MC
So how could you think that you rank with me?
If you only did your homework, you would surely find
When Scorp' get girls, they all be
f**ked me up
I'm scared that
If I can't find that happiness again
I don't know
How I complete my soul again
Since I saw your eyes
I'm suffering without you
'cause ever since the day you left
I don't know what to do with myself
Oh I wish for your return
And oh, how I hurt
'Cause I (oh, I) oh, I (oh, I)
(nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for em
in the Buick, so we don't know what we're doing
I play her how I see it, hoes, European
Brazilian and American and all they wanna say is
How you
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