Lyrics:
a slore
Looking from the shore
The horizon my future
Got some dark clouds in my sky and a storm in brewing
Do I run
Do I weather
This is a really nice
what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with
hurt
Cuz ima piece of work
I need my piece of a piece of a piece
These streets seek the weak then feast
I can't say you are what you eat
Ak pasta
know I'm on the couch yo, I'm feelin laid back
I play my records over and over, my name is K-Mack
I'm over here on the chair, girls stop and stare
200
born in the 80s
My favorite heroes always caught the crooks
Atari 800, shows, and comic books
Never hypnotized by the communist lull
With Captain America
the crib finding anything she can
our relationship is not the only thing thats outta
hand she even called my mama and said you need to get
ya man cause ya
a living angel
I'm like Gods task force
And the world been sick
What I need a mask for
And these girls been thick
What I need to smash for
Cuz my drive is
is in the money
I'm pushing everything like it's meta yang
Address my levels bitch like I'm Eddie James
I'm bout my cheddar man I'm tryna cop a plane
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
sips, that's why I hum sunshine
Niggas think I'm lying
Bitches think I'm fine
I'm smart man so I keep trying
Don't get fucked by the
Past thoughts, pass
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
me up and down, I was out of my luck
Man, what the fuck...
Then a pimp pulled up in a Caddy Seville
Put my hand on my nuts when I started to ill
Nigga
Some like to give brain and
What some of these girls want, is too much for the radio station
Look I'm just a man y'all (man y'all)
Not a monster
The chair in my room is facing the wall
I can't make it turn the other way
But I can move my head much better now
So I know what I'll see when I
before you try to
See what's inside my head
(Fe fi fo fum, Hey)
Badass motherfucker comin' straight up
From the underground
Baggin' bodies is a hobby
me, every man is you
I can't tell you what you've got to do
You've got to live by the pen, it's mightier than the sword
You've got to live by
and the faxes
(faxes)
So we can really see what all the facts is
You bastards flippin' and dippin'
Sippin' and grain grippin'
Watch him lie through my rearview
This a two player game we aint losing
DVD:
I need to clear the air
I need the next step
I think my speech impaired
I need to drink less
I need more
impossible
For a man with eyes not to stare
There is no reason to be so uptight
When you got everything alright
By now you should know
You're every man's
impossible
For a man with eyes not to stare
There is no reason to be so uptight
When you got everything alright
By now you should know
You're every man's
Aiyyo uptown (what?) the bridonx (What?)
Long isle (what?) stridong (What?)
Yo Brooklyn
Yo (What?!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (Right here!)
the remote
Like a DVD
Here we go
Press play
Hope I'm not too late
Let's make a movie
(Hold onto me)
I attract
I'm a magnet, I attract what I ask for
(Like
Brown
Every time I get on my feet
Listen to me
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
Say it again now
What a man, what
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