Lyrics:
Down bad on my ass was stuffing racks inside a pillowcase
Choppa FN blast when we attack you cant even feel your face
I used to wake up thinking bout new
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
the funny walk
I walk on
Walking fucking poltergeist
Ultra-violet white
It is a silent night
I am walking by
It is a walking life
I can not wake up
I am
of you
And be lit up by
Your blinding lights
You could fire me from
A cannonball
I'd sail away into the
Starry starry night
We could live forever babe
If
after dark I'ma get that sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
But beginners give me a thigh, breast, and leg like Mrs
Please?
Me, Kanye West i swear I’m a nice nigga now
I swear I’ll put the pink polo back on
I swear to you please just for 3 million
I need it so bad i need
to my man Big Tiz he be high
Niggas on the lockdown be high
(Freaky Tai)
With niggas like this
Sweatin up in the studio
So High, Mr. Mr. Cheeks
Yeah
Good morning
Wake up Mr. West Mr. West Mr. Fresh
Mr. yeah by himself he so impressed
I mean damn did you even see the test
You got Ds
visions of a prison
Wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell?
A possibility of livin' well?
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes
just woke up so im sorry if im taking too long (uh)
Wake up, Wake up, Mr west, mr west
I just Skipped my graduation I aint even get dressed
I done
suite
Lookin out the sky view as I'm beaten them cheeks
Turnt up I know this th West Coast
So serious got that shit tatted on my dome whaaaaaaat
Mr
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
wonder why we're always at it, there it is
Sleeves up Mr. Biggs cause I'm about to get
Wild Wild West sick and tired of your mess
You put me to the test
to school cuz Kanye West has now made it cool to be a drop out.[00:52.17]Mr. Mr., them teachers don't like me is a cop out[00:55.15]Them cop's out to get me
at Freddy's, more like five fingers in my ass
Something Kanye West would like
"Hey Kanye, did she put her fingers up ya booty? I'm- No!"
Nine plus ten may be
'til yo' butt don't shake like it used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo booster
No worry, no hurry, no pain, no
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
a movie
I know you hear this beat
And think it's groovy
I'm up next I'm boutta get that text
Saying Mr. Mahoney Your client is Kanye West
I'm delivering
combat
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten
combat
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone
more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr. West is gone
This a pomona
West side story
Verse 2
We took losses
Bacc to bacc
And i aint gonna lie
But i count blessing every day
That I wake up alive
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