Lyrics:
my god it comes with your first ticket
To LA, soon as you get off the plane
Here’s your false humility maybe if
Keep up with this
Act long enough
can't choose i can't pick i feel like
The world makes them two different people
But in my mind they're the same person
That's what I keep saying i grew
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Chilling on a chair out here on the beach
I ain't go to worry about no
the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
but don't get credit for it
But by the time the curtains close because they obviously will
I'll have my own holiday and a monument built
So you can keep
cold turn you black and blue shit
It don't take much for me to lose it
Just prolly when you thought I was gonna go easy on you
The beat drops
And I'm
white people I'm black, feel the need to retreat
Like I should be ashamed of my granddaddy Malik
But my beautiful black brothers and sisters
Want
there ain't no looking back, I've come way too far
My dreams keep expanding I'm gonna reach out & touch the stars
2023's the year that I
Turned deadly
no!"
Keep your feet on solid ground
"Don't let it go your head, no no no no no!"
'Cause what goes up, must come down, uhh
"Don't let it go your
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out,
a benz and a new truck, knowledge of self worth more than a few bucks
And I can give 2 fucks bout the Jones and keeping up wit em
I support my black people
the friends you keeping
Cos dem no waste time dem wanna see you sleeping
No be how the tingo no be how you see things
Money come and go so keep calculating
is treating us
Trying to keep racism alive
And the hateism to divide
They're so meticulous and frivolous
To limit us
There's enough to go around
But
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
know People keeping on asking
Gotta life like shit
I know people keep on talking
Why they on my dick
Never really had problem
Tell I lost my grip
Why my
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to
I'm packin' buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't
All I want
Every time I call she just come
Cause every time I call she get to cum
Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
When I used
seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now, I mean right now
The only excuse
And niggas have got to go
Everytime black people wanna have a good time
Ignorant ass nigga fuck it up
Can't do shit, cant do shit, without some ignorant ass
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
out to the music cause it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go
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