Lyrics:
Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crack game
Sometimes you gotta
I only know how to speak the truth you know what I'm saying
So I got a little short joint Imma hit you with know what I'm saying and it basically
here we go)
(Jay)
A-baby when I rise well-a
(Alright)
I wish that joint was my worst album (What?)
Not like a bad album (Hm)
I wish that joint was
Thirty Summers, a guide in the muddy waters
To the man with many names, I
Hope you're somewhere with your brother
Yeah
Supervillain, though, illin',
in your jaw
Concussion in your scar
Want my diamond encrusted
bicuspids, that's all
Bam, you know we finna stay up Industry's about to pay up
Enemies,
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
Back then they couldn't stand me
We the black sheep of the family
Sitting cosy watch the cracks in my ceiling
Puffin on a joint
While she ask me how
Hard)
I been puttin in work for so long (Puttin in work for so so long)
Got me lookin at the industry, like
What's goin on
(Hey-E-Aye)
You know I be
hiding in the maze
A broken function
Perpetuation...
Stop and re-calibrate...
A broken industry
Abandoned factory
Numb Sensors...
A broken industry
a blunt
You can diss all you want, still won't get a response (nah)
It's still free the gang 'til they get out the joint (free 'em)
Stop beatin' 'round
pleurer pas
Moi je suis un lion
Jamais je reviendrai sur mes pas
Que dieu nous guide
Demain je pars ne pleurer pas
Demain c'est loin
J'allume un joint et je
(Pah Pah)
(Pah)
Don't discredit my talent
Hidden flames go increase the famine
Accuracy on point that nigga a squid
We still break his joint
We
I got
Joints in my ear heart on my sleeve
Ruin her life till she beg me to leave
Ain't nothing new, just what I do
Been at this balling shit since I
the money, right now
Skip a joint, and I don't want no
That's Skippa in the land, I got it on the hand
Lots of fun, lots of fun, lots of fun, lots of fun
With
emotions, see
She's just one of all the thousand people out here on the streets
That's why I write it in my poetry
I don't need the industry's stamp
a fat philly blunt on a Hog status logo
Good nigga got now boys got clout
Now its time to show the world what its all about:
See we smoke 2 joints before
Oh shit, , you look lost, here's a guide
Oh shit, , you look lost, here's a guide
Oh shit, , you look lost, here's a guide
I'm boutta blow up,
Nigga what's so special about -
DB: That shit was fun as hell
Cause that shit just kicked in like
Boom like usually that shit
Just guide a nigga
You know
growin' all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt, the God got crazy clout
Pushin' the big joint from down
up more
Than a dozen joints
Start of the recording industry's week is Tuesday, so record releases happen at midnight
Monday
When we get there we
Yeah we keep it alive
People be saying that this shit is a vibe
Shaking up the industry yeah switching the tide
What do you imagine when you picture
In this motherf****** industry
Im heartless
Bitch I got to stay heartless
Yeah you know im living heartless
Im heartless
Bitch I got to stay heartless
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Ingredients
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guide
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As we lead you through
Ingredients
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