Lyrics:
a blunt
[Hook]
"Seen her on the ave spotted her more than once"
"Ass so phat that you can see it from the front"
[from Ms.Fat Booty by Mos Def]
minimum wage Is not my purpose
I'm here to show you that music can be more deeper than surface
That there Is purpose and you're worth it for better
But It's
money on the jewels
Juelz than Santana
Cause that's the fine you pay
When you shine this way
If it ain't about no money
Then that crime don't pay
See I
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
a snore
Is it suicide or is it something more
This is what I like
And not much else
Much more...
Taller than all onlines
Dimensional Timelines
Fake make
that you get with this underground headliner
Mainstream ignored a bro
And they be petty, so jealousy is sure to show
But they rich and got more
Rap is more than just a hobby
Don't tell me that you sorry
See what I do and try to copy
This is confidence not cocky
One hit like I'm Rocky
If she ya'
not a dream
It's nothing less than the best when it's from Raheem
Now it's my turn so understand
That I'm the Kid Creole, and I'm a ladies man
I
a nice ring to it like
A Golddigger supplied by your husband
Only rhymer who does it
Without a mind that is functioned
To be designed as a puppet
I'ma
The songs they plague me more than I can say
In the tape I made you
Hope you think of me when it plays through
Feel kind of sad now that its done
And you
I’m in a mood
End up with a little bit more then a wound
When you get shot by harpoons
Get tied in the boot
Fire in the booth when I’m on that Charlie
bigger than the jaws of Dizzey Gilespie
Nigga the nigga won't let me
That's why when I get my shit I snipe like Wesley
You fuckin wit my right
that stuff they can keep all that bling
I'd rather wear some beat up old hand me down clothes that's used
Than have that overpriced China made name brand
dropped out making more than them
Then I stole your shawty
Bought her all the fuckin gems
Feelin so magical
I just be staying with tricks
She in the mix
Go
Margiela on her toes
Dick up her soul
Look what I did in the bowl
Wipe that boy nose
I go get me a bag out the globe
I do not troll
I got pointers,
cites
Yea like we touring
This Is how horror look, I was born a crook
You ain't Neva got it shook
Had to bring that shit back & it was more of it
I was
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
Moon
Where are the bones on that one
What if the cure is worse than the disease
Serve me up some pretty, pretty people
Serve me up somebody I can
a ditch
This is just my story
Nothings said for fame and glory
I just want to bring light to these tragedies
cnd show that these are more than just
from the ceiling
It's more than a feeling
I've used the battery up
Nowhere to jump
Kinda like lookin' like a ninja
Quiet type: writer by a fire
Sponsored by soap and folgers
More dope than baking soda
Gotta couple beats in the stash
Coming from the seeds of the past
Never been appeased by the flash
I
Got more cheese than chuckies,and get my weed from uglies
It's all lovely,just bought a pitbull puppy
That's guaranteed to make me a shit full
real right
Front with more than two seats, ‘cause I had to
Got a hat trick, triple threat too
I could introduce something that’s brand new
Blue diamonds
(Slowed and Throwed)
Man, I wonder if they'll play this on the radio and that's deep
We Embrace Every Day by
Smoking Sweets and getting blazed
Down in
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