Lyrics:
to twelve
If you ain't fucking with it I'll still show you some love
Cause I ran the fucking trap up and I sold your kids some drugs
Whatever you be drinking
shittin', per usual
Broadway lights, Nas is ghetto-like, that's the musical
Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous
From the Bridge, swirl,
been single for some years
And I know my grandmama would just love to see some kids from me
But at least I got my friends with me
And I know it's been
charge
Comin up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Put my hand in the water came back with a fish
Told the hood to make the order
Passing plates to the kids
Turn ya block to Georgia Scorcher season
sounding like Lisa Lisa, I wonder if I take you home
Will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from the around the way
That she
shake, who I'm gon play
With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make
ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yellin', ole
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali, come on
Ghetto
from high risk to preaching
See me, believe me, mealy just a season
Strengthen me when I am weak
Cerebral blocked by smoking green
Whatcha think that
will be checks
Letters from the labels signed by hands of the execs
I won't fall no I slip not and that is word to X
Super Saiyan God up on these tracks
to make a living by living the way that I wanted to since I was a kid in the tenth grade?
Now I'm grown up, the rent's paid
And I don't have to worry if
effortless
Let those who make the exodus seeking the North beacon
From beating and hog-eating, from punishment all season
From hands cracked and bleeding,
people
Real programming directors with
Wives and kids that love music
That can’t play what they
Want to play because
They’ve been paid to play that
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
the horizon a lone desperado
Comin' through the door bringin' nothin' but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
Niggas pull rent from
from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh
ending,
From friendships w/ bending,
And y’all broke the rules that was treason,
Had me out like a White, ‘‘tis the season,
On season’s greetings, y’all in
niggas working at radio
Real people real program directors
With wives and kids that love music, that
Can't play what they wanna play
Because they've been
[Verse 1]
I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I
Even though that's not what Islam always signify
y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em
They
love
Eyes up, rise up
Look where I am right now, look where I came from
Started in the park, now we're here
Learned a lot of lessons in the lean years
a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was
know I have six kids,
even though they ain't from you,
baby my kids love you.
Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV,
I know
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