Lyrics:
paper we just flip it off a trap phone
Jay on a mission for cake, though only 13 motivated by paper
Too young for a license but driving on plaza strapped
thinkin' I'm leavin' my baby by marchin' for dimes?
You'll get that curve, you way out of line
Gave her that rock, I'm stayin' with mine
I keep the huddle
something
Through my pain
We connected
I ain't never gonna disconnect
This is Markie
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Yeah
Yeah
Oh
Spazzed out in a motherfucking booth
Ha
that she can take
She says something's gotta give
[Chorus]
I swear
There's got to be a meant to be for me out there
Somewhere someday
I'm gonna
mind your biz
If you wanna start something, know one thing: I'm king
You wanted attention and did I mention
Nobody likes you, except for the losers
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
make it out in show biz
Just tryna find out who I really is
And if I'm gon make it out in show biz
These for all them dark days
When I had them dark
to remind you
Just who was who, your voodoo
Planted by a lens that was stuck inside you
Today the world was so heavy
I had to take a little toke for brevity
weatherman in the biz, I'm storm watch
Triclops Media, record, tape and TV, Net radio, CD or DVD
Iriscience (write rhymes on paper time)
This is why Baboo
And it's a shame that that's so hard for them
But I've been puttin' in time, dreamin'
And I got something different in mind
I just hope that I'm not ahead
on Forbes, something you wouldn't know
Southern Heat, that's what it is, handle my biz
You need a ride, I gotta extra Benz
Bitch in the back, she with her
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
on
Barricaded in the talk radio station
Hostage taken, the red 'On Air' light shines on
Something cheaper that passes for free speech will have to do
Hear him
rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it
don't fight
The love before was dying
Forget his lies
Feels good forgiving
Want you by my side
Take my hand darling
So turn on the radio (oh oh)
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
You pay for shows, I open then get payed by promoters
Grab an eighth and a soda as I escape to the sofa
Love playing various places but man I hate when
the basement, get your stapler confiscated
You constantly waitin' for a paycheck
Twelve months passed by and you still ain't get paid yet
Here's
for your support
Cause if it wasn't for you, we'd all fall short
As long as there's radio, cars and jeeps
You know what you will hear?
[Chorus]
paid it
The streets show love for the track although radio never played it
My struggle I wouldn't trade for nothing nor would I evade it
If the Most High
sell out)
Your cochlear teaser
(Pushing you for trifling and ultimately stifling creatives)
Something that won't make you think
(Is what this whole biz
calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
that she can take
She says something's gotta give
[Chorus]
I swear
There's got to be a meant to be for me out there
Somewhere someday
I'm gonna
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