Lyrics:
what you gon' say (I don't)
In the end, I'm getting cake (Let's go)
Richard Mille and Amiris, I want the fancy toys
I wear Comme Des Garçons on Saturdays
Make you wanna believe
Make you wanna to fan me
You a fan every day
And every day you want me
Royalty what I got
Not the fake what I see
These people
game
What's on your mind
Is what's on my mind
That's the way it's gonna be
I'm gonna find me a place I can hide
I want you right next to me
On I
music is the positive key
Everywhere you go you hear my name but I keep it low-key
Imma get it all kerja keras simply living and I get what I want
Ain't
freebies no more
Because every tune I make I can make a video for
If you want a big beat just contact me and be well mannered
Give it to a DJ watch it get
taking stands
You're always making plans
Let me come out of my shell
You think you're God
Take me to hell, yeah
Take me to hell
Swear I was on top
Not me, I want variety in my society
Where I can change if I don't like what I see, you see
This is a woman speakin' bringin' door-to-door,
no no no no, it's not at all
It never is
Trapped by the tasteless
Sucking off the A-list
Everybody wants to be celebrity, that's basic
I want this
a game?
I ain't playing charades
Say what you wanna say
Gave you my time of day
Time is money don't waste my pay
What you trynna do what you on?
Why you
wanna see you doing bad
I guess it’s just like an organic aisle with processed foods
When surrounded by lies it’s hard to be so true
But no matter what
the day, I don't know if you can feel this flow, but it's kinda like a bomb
- That hits ya blow by blow yeah, but not those bombs it's what ya see on TV,
-
blue and grey
'Cause I represent like every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get
lessons now, not when I finally get paid
The music that I'm making now is nothing less than Glorious
I am a champion, I'll come out victorious
I'm gon' be
under
What got me into music you wonder
I'm a disk jockey not the type to copy
People wishing they could stop me
I keep moving even if all the weight is
You feel me
Oh you feel me
Oh I know you feel that
Been to hell and back. I'm making my rounds
I'm tired of looking down
My brain.. A ghost town
I
and somebody got to love it
They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget
I can't take a piss without a b**** tryin' to rub it
How could you know like this
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
the bullshit and didn't let it affect my health
What you call that man for did you need some help
Oh that's right you never did nothing by yourself
See I don't
got what I need
Not what I want
Gave that shit up had me feeling like gronk
Junk in the trunk
Take the shit to the yard
Cotton mouth you aint
these moves
I'm moving so fast
I'm counting by two's
I'm lovin this rap shit
I never lose
(This all I got) (This all I got)
I do what I want
I do what I
what you're longing for
She's waiting, make up facts for me
She'll give me what I wasn't even thinking of
She's busy making up excuses
And the truth it
to waste
Making music by myself, all alone, same pain, new day
Ever since I met you, you in my mind it's haunted
Take a look into my heart, you see your name
write, and all the messages you send i stay up reading at night, someone said the other day my musics why they alive, was about to end it all put on my
Listening to Beach Boys, playing with your hair,
Can I teach you how to play my Joey Jordison snare?
And show all my weird,
Fucked-up music that you
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