Lyrics:
the pain stays close
Most don't depressurize
When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes
Realize there's no sanity
Hella profanity and a sort
into the game
Then pulled the pin and let it go
Blew the battle bus up just to
Sit and watch it glow
Legends round my table, if you're building
Hit
Cause boy we dope
SSG my cult
Do it for the culture
Murder she wrote
I'm a slippery slope
But I giggity go ham
Lamb the whole damn barn
Retarded bars
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
the clout
Every song the clean edit
Spit it DJ Butters
Knit it all together
Do onto one another
I wish you could see the
Rhymes flow through my dome
Draw em
struggle to
You would be Akademik
Find 'em in the crevice
Reading old tweets of them
Talking over zealous
And act like they never said it
I see where this
despise
I will not stand by while they try to deny the truth
Sin is leading Souls right into the fire!
Bet you never thought C-DOT could do this
Forgot I go
man out of the pic, like an edit
That's cold as ice, my only vice
That I'm here for you, but only for the night
Perfect drink, you poured it right
We go
through
All the chaos that ensues
Getting over you
Ain't something I foresee
Happening anytime real soon
But where'd the time go?
Cause I don't know
Tossin' footballs with his ashy black ankles
Breakin' new laws mama passed on home trainin'
He looked at me and said Kendrick you do know my language
You
bout it
I'm dropping that mic on sucka niggas
Counterfeit figures hey
See I been making it rock
And you can suck on my cock
If you do not receive it
Oh
& start burnin bridges
If i said it, i meant it please dont edit my sentence
What you witnessing is wisdom check the definition
& we aint lettin shit pass
to do with my private life
So stay the fuck out of my business and tend to your own damn life (life)
So go 'head and say what you want to say
About who
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
bitch I said it
And I only speak the truth, you know we don't do no edits
Got a voice note from 3abood, like I sent the beat go check it
It got more kicks
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
the guy
said, "what do you have in this here bag?" And 'Arry said, "it's a f'king video, what do you think it is, what
does it look like?" "Where did you
, "Genie, my first wish would be
To go to the year 1980"
"Hocus pocus," said the genie, "I'll do that"
Aladdin looked around, saw where he was at
He said
could go with baby ready
She said that I'm a god, Macavelli
Got scars on my bars, oh Lord, I'm a legend
Buffalo sauce on my lips
You prolly' never heard
cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in
and skip thru confusion
Dance to a sound where you can't stay loosin.
A clear sound no musical illusion,
Follow the maestro when his hands keep movin.
Go
the end game
Feel my soul, it knows where to go
Knows the right way to make me whole
Embrace in the finish, look back on the past
Don't regret or you wont
forgot to
When it's said to you, look where you're heading to
Blue take it over, I'm back to the edit room
Uh, fuck a phone screen
Let me go ahead and do
my style, I don’t understand it
What happened with a life full of candids?
And they may be keeping secrets?
Do tell
Some are sellin' out and they’re
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