Lyrics:
of writing back in 2021
I lost my purpose I didn't feel enough
Write a hundred tracks
And only pick the one
That would fit my standards
2 years passed and 4
For a short man like me
To fill up a good waterbed
I'm only sixty-seven
I still got lot more time to find the right one
And you do need to find
bump sick beats
Take a look, son: we run these streets
Sick chrome rims and black leather
The only question is
Which one of us is better?
You may be
nice as mine
And I find that my times not passing by
And getting wasted again
Pacing and pacing again
Facing as only friends
I can't cope no more
Sometimes your can't see where base is
Surrounded by bare strange faces
Far from home
But lifes what you make it
Rough with the smooth
It's just how
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only thing that it rhyme with
How about come up outta your
the purist devil faceable
The walls up out my mind,and so hard and laceable
Only by sorrow things, I want to rule the planet
Travel to the ends for mine, like
work talk
You niggaz popping bottles, let’s have a glass talk
Quit claiming U on d high U know U not that tall
Wo n pemi butter wo n judge by ma pink
bitter makes you grey and in the end you going to pay, Bold
Hit them with the facts, and the lames want to hate
But I'm staying on track, and I'm winning
the end product's so soggy
I can smell a genuine track a mile away
I don't need to give anything else the time of day
Only got finite hours I can waste
the world ahead would store.
You only learn by not believing
That the industry is unforgiving.
Everything that you've been given
Isn't what it was before.
Look into my eyes,
You can see the realness,
You can feel Iʼm building towers,
Brick by brick, or with mud and sticks,
Iʼm running this shit in
taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I know it's never easy
So why should you believe me
When I've always got so many
niggas still slipping
Rippin these tracks like I’m doing division
When you pill-popping I’m Louie rocking
You talk the talk nigga I walk it
Murdering beats
and prove me right
No girl sticks around by my side my broer
They only round for the sunsets and not the tides of life my broer
I gave up Charlize
She bad
when we grow
I been tryna get my pockets like Po
Stay low n keep firin' like you playin limbo
You can call me trap Mike Jack
Moonwalking on these tracks
(A1K)
Yeah
Yeah, she the only thing I need when I'm down, down, down
I'm zoomin' home up in the coupe, I get around, round, round
You ain't never
25 now I’m only getting older
Year by year more bars in my folder
Year by year yeah I double xp no cod
You don’t really really wanna see me go mad
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper
But deep down you know it's only 'gon be one Mufasa
I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might
Mhm, yeah, yeah, oh
Ah yeah, now, now, now, mhm, yeah
How many times have you heard that sad story
About people who have no friends, yeah
Step by
think your train ain't a' comin'
'Till at least a quarter past nine,
But by the time you reach the platform
You'll find out you've been left behind
Well
only thing we eatin', dining
Five star only way I'm sleepin', fuck a Hyatt
Ice on, ridin' with my heater, sliding
If she told you that I wanna meet her,
so so rich
While why'all niggas spit
I (Whoo) blow hits
Don't waste time
And I don't waste rhymes
Few minutes, shit
Track done like Swiss
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