Lyrics:
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
him, but will he change really
Some real killers
I think of Wayne Perry
Think of my nigga Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to kill him
I read your energies, hatters hate winners don't quit I know who's on my team snakes in grass want a piece when you are at peace.
No room to second
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
helicopters out in the streets
Look at the screen an let's zoom it in
Cause Cash is live at the scene
Hey Cash is how are you my friend
Got no time for no
What could have been is running through my head
I'm choking on the version that you read
Take his hand you know that I don't mind
(Ooo you know you want
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
Hey hey you
Welcome yeah welcome
Welcome to my album man
Mom always told me read books
Ever since I was a kid I never minded my looks
I was always
at least hit nine out of them ten shot
I got my mind on my money, money on mind,
But some say its a gift, I don't write but I rhyme,
I, complete songs
doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
on
And maybe in the song, I'll share my own private thoughts
In fact, I think I will
I think they should go Django Unchained on the killer they caught
Hang
when we not together, when it all comes together
So please forgive me for my selfish ways
See a better version of myself when I'm self engaged, and trust
with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers, I think of Wayne perry
Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me
You ain't mean
Broke in a Minute like Tory Lanez
Dropping rappers I can explain
Little do they know this is my domain
Fittest survival, fire by trial
Some stick
album
I saw my flaws
Unlike the first verse, this time
Something was on ground
Like baking a cake
(You gotta make good use of the flour)
Wanna stand
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
So you wrote down my story a long time ago
You made up your own mind
So analytical, so categorical, perpendicular to my version
So tell me
Was it ever
I'm mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas
Out of a broken home so
They label us hateful niggas
Never take a nation of mills
It takes a killer
people or for culture in a
Way so now I always have to have that in my
Mind, that I have, like
A family that I have to protect too
Ellen: Mm hmm yeah
cuffs
When I'm sick, I don't cough
Receiving laugh by giving fun,
Somebody's best friend for like 4 minutes
My feeling heart giving puns,
Prolly stressing
Islands in the winter
Summer bus rides to Great Adventure
I've brung New York back
To real rap inventors
New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team
the pace
I pray the paper chase never slow down, it's my time now
I never cared, the killer of joy is named Compare, so fuck what they're doing over there
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
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