Lyrics:
week four
You called it week though
Your boos mean shit
I've seen what y'all suckers cheer for
So I fuck this album
Fuck this album
Yeah yeah
So I fuck
slope the climb but the top is what I hope to find
Came from the bottom now I'm trynna get a solar shine
Roll with dimes you can say I go get it
They are
guess it's god's plan
Word, heard you beefin' with five-oh, couple cases on rotation
And on top of that, bust' rhymes is now on probation?
Yeah,
if it's a duet or crusade
I don't care if it's you, them and Luke Cage
If I slew them it's Doomsday
Same person straight merkage
That left there, I
down the line
My bag is sinking low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who sent me here with her
and a single out. so the kids know we are still
There. and with the music you can prove what you can do still even without
One guy that just left the band. I
Motherfuckin' ass with them "Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga,
When you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherfuckin'
Lip gloss, and them sequins
aligned
Our bloodline is intertwined
Now what could go awry
Nothing could go wrong
As long this song is sung
And I'll sing it too you all night long
Then
with no cash flow, is like Luke without his gaped teeth
So forget, what my Porsche cost
Just realize I got enough do', to pay for R. Kelly's court
that was me i’m
The most chill cool parent there
Is who has time to argue? About what?
It’s about our little guy you
Haven’t had to deal with what I’ve
you actin' mad?
I'm the one running around looking for the album
(Because I've been in this apartment for a long time)
What you talkin' 'bout it took
life where shit is fallin' in line
And lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed
A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no
for free
Take a load off Fanny
And you put the load right on me
Go down Miss Moses, ain't nothin' that you can say
'Cause is just old Luke
like better off, troubled
And with pleasure lost
Muzzled by like several thoughts
That keep recurring
Like we’ll just keep hurtin
Is this even worth it
to do
This one is yelling I don't know what to do
This one's running off I don't know what to do
They don't teach you how to deal with this shit in school
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
Shit, it might just be what it is
I'm a dense-ass, stubborn-ass, head-ass nigga
Sometimes, get to know me
Yeah, all I can be is true to myself
These
more and I'm haunted when I fuck
Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah you know what's up
The wires across, and it's breeding a plague
The conscience is
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
fast, I can't control it
I'm fishtailin' leavin' Javier's, I should've chauffeured
Choppin' it up with Bryan 'bout real-estate by the ocean
A seamoss
Yeah
Back at it again, Closet Chronicles, you know what I'm saying
Maybe I should name my album Closet Chronic
I don't know
I'll figure it out
Just
other one just bluffin'
(What's up, what's up)
Ryan Stone looking ass, Luke Bryan lookalike
I'm hangin' out with crazy honkey's
Who ride flat black
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