Lyrics:
Gospel gangsta, when I'm walkin' in
You want the fake daps and fake hug music
When they hear the strip club music, they gon' get the instrumental
If I
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
(built on greed and guile)
Only to find the insects have multiplied
(Instrumental break)
The cockroach king of guile and greed
With a broken crown
Jimbo, boy, you're a croc of shit,
You're a boozed, selfish thug;
Why don't you give your mouth a go
And in the other hole put a plug?
By Christ
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
Infected by Queensbridge so I’m Chi-Town’s Nas
Illest rap niggas that’s leaning outta the speakerboxx
Underground Kings they dying my Bun B
And translated
Breaking point came and then kept going
Windmill snapped but the wind kept blowing
The man froze to death but it kept on snowing
Breaking point came
through
Ima Ip man the sample chop it up like kung fu
You might be a thunderstorm but I'm a fuckin' typhoon
Vampire in the mirror I'm the only me
I know you
runs flawless
Man fuck you, explain that to all the kings who have fallen
To all the hollow-tip filled bodies, closed in a coffin
You know to somebody,
to see without speaking
Take off your coat, take notes, I am teachin'
A class, or rather school, cause you need schooling
I am not a king or queen, I'm
It's just different
I'm the man with the plan, I'm the man of the year
Weather man, Make it rain, throw my money in the air
If I hop in a Phantom,
the man can't cheat
And make it pop, cause we're already poppin
So I'm whistlin, sittin on the dock by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
Boomin like
he's been drinking like a fish
Man, I never been a bitch, the dream was getting rich
But they still sleeping on me peep the level up
My music got
Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine
Titanium Hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly this conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid
various tings
The bullshit is calling, I leave it on ring
Imma keep bringing the heat that they put on repeat and they finally crown me the king
Man done
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,
Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial
and got you slippin'
Another victim, don't know what's hit them through his spinal
Just another man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival,
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
drive fast, and I drive as far west as anyone can drive
Eight thousand miles from Lithuania and if I could escape
By driving further then I would, but
of the unholy feast.
Mammon's playground of the social elites,
misanthropy in marbled ballrooms,
sodomy on silken sheets.
Sheikhs and princes, cabbages and kings
me out, in the cold sleepin in the streets
But the whole time, you right by, by my side
And I thank God for you being in my life
HipHop, yeah, HipHop,
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
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