Lyrics:
see it I buy it, why don’t you cry
I’m not even sad but the people around me think I wanna die
Aye pull up on bitch I count the money by the hip
I
do is when they want attention
I just keep shut, my problems ain't mentioned, I hop on the B's and I get to finish
And my home is so cold, it feel like
what's brakking
Tribe calling quest yea yea
She talking love
But I throw a shrug
Kanye out west
You playing hearts
I'm playing clubs
Can't swim by your
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
to make the hip hop purists tense up
Sure it's ten bucks to come and see me at a show
But when I stage dive into Jell-O, you won't care about the dough
tea
Old Stambo, we throw up C's, G man run off and eat their gans
I can never do that, no lies, onto broad day or onto iron
Jack in a box, hop out,
The bass, the treble and the mids
This song is dope, but i can't listen
Cause hip hop's the only genre for me
Turn right!
You see a tree (Outside
the night
Man, fuck hip-hop
I’m not a motherfuckin’ rap star
I don’t have a fucking thing in common with these half-‘tards
Swagger, swag, swag, swagger,
out the back of a 'lac
You gave the artist a goose egg that's what happened to Rap
I can't just sit back if I'm a Hip-Hop ambassador
While we under
a pound hit the town like key-notes
I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs,
go on tours like I'm trafficking drugs
(I got what y'all need)
Who want
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
known he wasn't gonna
Go to the yard
Man don't let them niggas fool you Cass'
I am hip hop, you talkin' Wild 'N Out
Man battlin' got me this spot
Big
off
Oh you clueless, here’s some advice dawg
Once I’m through with it, you gon get reminders
One more shot then I’m too lit, Hip hop to the music
Off
And never defeat
I'm straight talking
No more lying
The clearest conscious
Pure soul
I love the mix up of the Jazz Reggae
Hip hop Funk Jungle Gqypsy Jam Blues
the club. I'm a 4ckn top notch
I'm a star. Yeah im a celebration
cnything i do. Tryna mention
Fuji hip hop. Oh Fuji gyration
Nigeria my country. Jk-Pappy-Jay
sweet, he spoke on Fifty name
Some shit we can't forget (Let's go)
We mix Bos niggas with Bragg' niggas
That's what we call the six
I swear like, every
to shey Hip Hop nigba television si
Won form bad guy
Ammunition si
Awa’n flow so easy
Awon fi isan si
Yea Father Abraham had many sons
But bread winner la
than the smoke
Chillin'in miami drinkin heinys on the ???
Yo the streets are wild, I never let'em see me smile
Love this hip hop shit since I was
funny when you on you got mad folk
I played the middle man in every little scam
Some as complex as a hip hop album riddle jam
I find it's quite
on the team
I'm hip-hop, like Big Pop'
It was all a dream
I'm representin' for the low
And niggas call me Heem
Every verse like good coke
All the balls be clean
of breath
Sick of talkin'
So we taking action
Against a democracy
Full of hypocrisy
I know it's more than me
And my hip hop eyes that see
That's what
seeds of my own knowledge
Restoring the heart feeling my story like Moana's
I'm leavin' earth a Hip hop advocate, who wrestles symbolism next
hop up out the 'vert, these hoes, they gon' slurp it, ain't they?
Used to have to tell 'em step by step
Used to have to tell 'em step by step, shit,
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
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