Lyrics:
boat
When you make it out the storm they gone suddenly know
That you were almost thinking bout exit by the rope,
They'll know about the Gucci sweater
Herc and it touched another sound.
You wouldn't know about James Brown, Pull in the Funkdelic, the radio and still have a play in the sound. (?)
It's
TAKE MY FOCUS OFF YOU
SUPER DUPER SLICK
EACH AND EVERY WORD I SPIT
IT BE SO DELIBERATE
AND SPECIFIC WHAT I WRIT
IT WAS WRITTEN WIT' SOME WIT
OOH I
enlightened by
As I said before
It's not so much about receiving this
Award as it is having
This opportunity to stand before you
And really say thank
You
in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
keep it clean
I'm a real spitter popping in with heat
We ain't shoot a soul, talking bout a beat
Yeah I'm not a killer but don't come to me
You don't
Makin' threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make
Nigga no exceptions rap is out of control
Let me show you the deal
We put it together for those
Who appreciate the real
Now, if you don't know what to do
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
always keep
Keep it all real 'til the day I die
All I need
Is a couple bad bitches calling me
I'm all in deep
Keep a couple real ones by my side
I had me
next high
It's that Devs guy
And you know me I'll get by
But how dare they forget I
Nowdays everybody wanna talk like they
Got something to say
But
She obviously wasn't the one man, like
But it'll come man, it's just
You're not even the best version of yourself yet
There's so much that we don't
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
ink are bullets
Cause I write with a weapon
A Minerva Owl
Creeping through the night hour
If you ain't selling weed
Then it's white powder
On that James
up)
It's too much jealousy, niggas can't ever be real (can't)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn't none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this
don't wanna die
Jackson: Goddamn it, fucking rain...
James: Hey dude! do you wanna share this umbrella?
Jackson: Yeah, sure...
James: Hey... whats wrong?
recordin', I would've been with him that night (hah)
This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real
I keep that forty on me in
Let's go to war
To make peace
Let's be cold
To create heat
I hope in darkness
We can see
And you're not blinded by the light from me
[Chorus x2:]
I'm
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
a lighthouse
Make some diamonds bright now
Think that Imma shine now
At last it's my time like Etta James, this what the grind 'bout
Oh oh oh oh oh, we live by
makes you feel alright when everything goes wrong
One that makes you move your feet and makes you sing along
You need a 'Real Good Feel Good Song'
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