Lyrics:
her purse
As I ride by first things first
9 times out of the 10 that cool shit usually works
It's 70 degrees I'm in a short sleeve shirt
Without
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
the homie May Ray
And thank God for the station payday
Cause everybody else out there
Be actin' gidde
Playin' other niggas shit all up
On the south deck
We've
to teach you a lesson
Transmitting an original song in a
Radio station of parodies
Be glad I only made one song
You couldn’t take it if I echoed myself
whack our paigons
Mix Bel Air with rays hell yeah I'm wasted
One gram with a bit of chip, that's ami I'm tasting
Still sliding out in 4 doors, hella
to give up
'Fore I bore through the crust
And get awfully destructive
Force down your government's doors
Then I'll bust in
Awesomely scored by a chorus
Down by the river I first met my friend
Where station towers rise and the railway line ends
Over fields of the flood plain I wandered alone
Where
the hang of the blues in a Texas flood, I came to stand the weather by Stevie Ray's sun
I stood atop a stack of my Momma's vinyls to feel taller
But I keep
Lets leave town on a permanent vacation
Lock up the house pack up the station wagon
Make paradise our final destination
As long as we're outta
Looks like we made it
Pulling into the station right on time
Oh my, what a wonderful ride
In Whitby
Got a little lover roaming by my side
All mine
We
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
Uh, going out to the Zulu Nation
You go out with the old and in with the new
I'm well-situated 'cause I know what to do
When the mic is in my
to the grey
Returning my life to the sun on a ray
Shackled to whatever my cerebrum'll say
A.M. in the shed, said I'm honing the blade
Cold heart, don't start
Me
of green.
I mean I'm easily amazed the way sun-rays seem to break through
leaves as if to create laser beams. How it sways and leans
in a breeze sweeping
In his enviable good taste
Tries quick escape gambit
Via local periodicals
But no takers, land an enviable station
In the conduit between two
to celebrate
Don't hesitate
Set your course
This is our time
Brighter than a thousand Suns
Night turns to day
As one by one the Stations link
To power up
administration deceive the population
Start the next generation by artificial insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the making
Concentration camps,
Ray, is the show gettin' boring?
Saw Khloe baby father cheatin' on TMZ
Nipsey Hussle slapped some nigga outside BET
Free Ralo and AR-Ab they in
ass
Still Don't care about your fake gram
Are you a good human, how I rate man
don't play
I don't play
this ain't a station
In this arrangement
niggas
Now it's me time
Living in the present
Never rewind, nigga
Everything we ever done
That's by design
Don't you worry about the kids
We gon' be
stations
Time for Deltron to take a vacation
My expertise in aviation got us to our destination (where?)
The East Bay
My living quarters is completely
A fresh pair of jeans, a nice clean shirt
I'm on my island in the sun shout out to Weezer
Who can you count on these days in 2017
Lil' nigga, big city,
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
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