Lyrics:
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
Imma get the bag by sunrise, imma get the bag no lunchtime
If you misunderstood I'll pull up to your hood we get right to it nigga not sometime
I'm
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
What matters is the means, not the ends
I'm not surprised
That is the state of the art, my dear
That is the state of the art
It's not enough
y'all niggas dead to the life force cyclones
Right now when they hydro while what about the well known Cairo
Got em stuck in the grave
Im on the grind
What you know about Lord Finesse or Das EFX
Or Phife from A Tribe Called Quest
What you know about Easy Mo Bee, EPMD, and M-E-T-H-O-D Man
I'm a Stan
Black or White Left or Right
I don't know where I belong
Too many beers, and too many years, and I'm still sitting here singing this song
Up and down
the water like I'm
Throwing pebble on the lake
Need to take a break
Go over by the river of dreams
I mean this shit is not what it seems
I'm confused by what
don't give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only nizzle that'll never ever fizzle
Original, you niggas know
[Chorus]
(Right here, right now)
You
the feeling
(All right)
Good God got the feeling
(All right)
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin'
(All right now)
And I be feelin'
(All right
Tomorrow could always be worst
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so grand
to give up
So I explore
Ya girl on the grind
Coming through the back door
I pay it forward
Now I'm a real mentor
Can't stop what God put me here for
OH YEA
a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never
stuff. If you don’t like it, then tough so what. I’m getting my paper, I’ll pop a hater. I’m rolling on wood and leather no imitator. You want something
I can control
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I am inimitable
I am an original
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so
Look what you done to me
Look what you did
Look what you done to me
So in studio today we have -uh,
Singer, rapper, recording artist by the name
Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Hold
a mustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots
do no refunds
Y'all can sing this song right with me by the time the beats done
Black boy joy Black girl magic
Keep it going Automatic
Original man
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
Special
You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This
[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake
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