Lyrics:
Dropped my first album never rock in my life
Did everything on mah own wrote the songs, hit the mic
Get the beats all nice stayed up got it right
Minimal
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
And now lookin' back, I was foreshadowed by "Jazz"
Track three, Mercury, reenactin' "Jealousy"
Nice try in stoppin' me
But I knew when it was time for me
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
guess a dick that's hard as rock, is what these hoes Be missing
And in return she used her stolen credit cards to by Me casing
And later on she got this
happens you know… yeah
Just being cation, feelingyou know I was nice and… yeah
I didn't know the red flags so I will telling the story what happen
I see
(Yeah)
Like 1,2,3,4 and 5
6,7,8 and then 9
Just count to ten in your mind
and go and find yourself
(Yeah)
I'll be right your side
And I'll be beaming
Seventeen hours, sitting in the shower
Gotta get flowers, nothing else on her mind
Seven years later, maybe he would take her
Reading in the paper,
I'm a psycho
Better lie low
When the Greifs roam
Leave ya mind blown
Im a wino
Still a nice bloke
Just don't try bro
Or ya might know
Why I'm
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson
(Gon' be some
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty)
(Gon' be some shit, Hot damn, ho)
(Gon'
something to remember
Its 7 o'clock
Its something to remember
Day and night I dream about you in my life
Turning up somewhere under the candle light
Let
bout my life
You love to do that when you nice
Do that when you right
All these nights out in the trap for all this
Remember when you didn’t know me
This
Seven years and fifty days
The time is passing by
Nothing in this world could be
As nice as you and I
And how could we break up like this
how ya' doin'?"
He heard that his brother got hit by the same bitch he was fuckin' in school and
They haven't talked in a while, his mind really blown,
the club and I'm sweatin', whole three-five in the Wood no Kevin, Out till four on the road by seven
MPH, I'ma spazz with the punch lines
Beat by cuff, but I
currency in the air if you trust me
Drop top cedes yeah we cruising through the country
Know that you love me by the way that you touch me
Toss you scarf
So I don't drink like I used to. I don't smoke pot either. I stopped in 86, but I went to school. I smoked a lot of pot. People are like, Paul, did
clover
Rollings 7s three 6s
Looking over my shoulder
I roll in
Hurricane thought that season was over
In her thang switching lanes
Holding onto her
block and then leave with ya money
And My 7:30’s is loco
But that’s is self explanatory
You love telling stories
Bout all the work you put in
The results
'em have a nice day
Daughter in my arms can't afford to be flanked
If they wanna catch up, tell them match my pace
Keep it real, but I'm phony how
Tell
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
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