Lyrics:
means
Not by any means
Please, its the same routine
Worse than somebody cutting the cheese
False beliefs stink, get me some more o this febreeze
Is there
let you do this
I love you more than too much
Tour dates and late nights
Just Have fun go pop pills
Just don't cry, babe don't cry
It's you're Prom
While the worlds spectating
You feed the beast
But he hungers for more
Bring more bodies for the next world tour
Can't recoup cause sales are slim
than fuckin rap, it's more than just a game, a hobby or a pastime Cococ is my legacy it's more than just a name.
cnd when I say that I'm the one, they
gonna stop
I choke MCs like Slim did Papa Doc
2nd Phaze sounds like it took seven days
I don't rate you, it's better than your debut
But it's still
the batch
Wash him up, song about it, this is savage rap
Throw a "H" on your chest, nigga handle that
Tryin' to figure where you sleep, I have your mans do
Rude bwoy, you bet
Keep it movin', Mashallah, pro black like tar
Designin' the fly shit and stay shinin'
The RZA pour more beats than Cristal's fine
some love
No rose by the be blinded by the
I kill it with my thugs
Winning all bitch so lame
Spending money like I'm crazy more money
More money
she back it up
I'm possibly the greatest out my city
Besides bone thugs
They like cleevlindian raps is on drugs
Yup they on steroids
And built like Mr
on the molly, now she tilt
This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom
Don’t got much, but it’s more than I had
Trust me I ain’t going back
I got a new boo, keep telling me everything gon’ be okay
Not many I’m close to,
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
boy
Blast Off higher than astroid
Chief Party Rocker Making mad noise
Hip hop Gifted
Kush in the bag unzip it
You can get whiff of this shit that I'm
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women
And fuck if they golddiggin,
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
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
in the gym, moving that weight but never get slim
We balling hard above the rim, life is a movie, now tell me who rolling the film
Watch me drop it in
I think I'm Tray Martin, Troy Davis
O. Grant, except ya boy made it
By God's graces, I have managed to avoid racists
Cause they intentions cause God
all worthwhile.
Verse Two - Pressure
Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,
Pressure MC, been doing this for more than ten years,
It's been a long
Fam Base
All my thugs say
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
I
that I want to run to
I want to crawl inside
And hide away, hide away, hide away
I saw the sky
More beautiful than I’d ever seen it before
I walked
for them to want it more than you
A true homie gon support you through
Lowest of lows, focus on growth
Never mind holding the thrown
Learn to cut em out
I'ma make it happen
Travel all around the country in a station wagon
Take it back, you reminisce on all your favorite classics
My words play more than
Some of you call 'em the greatest based off their looks
More than their raps do
Some of you don't pay attention
But easily blinded by the women throwin'
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