Lyrics:
never made a profit
First two minutes
I establish my authority as first lieutenant more so
For my moronic morceau
I spit my song in morsels
I had
announcement: Because of the FCC, I'm never sure what it is I'm allowed to say. So..so, I now have my own official policy: This is the language you will not be
Radio
An insidious form
Helping shape thoughts
Making You conform,
Programming Music
Easy Listening
Helps you to achieve
That moronic grin
Yea yup you already
Know look add it up
And addy then it add
It back ole girl she just
A addy cat skally tally
You bought her ballys
What would you
[INTRO - Triple M] Me I don’t do dates
Kale naleka uku datina ine
Nalisheta..!
After ne cilundu chandi balinyonga chi tally
[HOOK - Triple M] Apa
tally more cream
You're a borderline performer nightmares
Mixed with my tall dreams
My songs ignite the corner, all I got is my word and my soul
My style
tally more cream
You're a borderline performer nightmares
Mixed with my tall dreams
My songs ignite the corner, all I got is my word and my soul
My style
What it take for cats to hush they mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they
official I don't get you
My sh*t be automatic with a pistol
These ni**as talk like b*tches that's the issue
Running this sh*t you aint fit to
Gas good I'm
Flavour flavouring , WordPerfect like a Microsoft Wordsmith
So take note : personal experience is individual responsibility
Say ‘tally-ho’ , leave
imposter
Skinwalker, demon on the stalk, and these fucking men of god make me up and bloody vomit
From Sunday Mass Slaves to savages mass graves
They tally
nothing left
Too official fuck a ref
I'm tired of dreaming I just wanna live it
I'm all in the booth
Tryna make it a living
Bitch I'm like Jordan plus
and they eat it up
shallow types could never plant deep enough
too official with the superficial piece of us
food for the soul
yes we got comida
2pac in me
I tally up these bodies like a mosoleum lobby
Buncha yous, one I, logo of illiminati
Do a show and move ya body
Reved up like a new Ducati
These man are insecure, its funny cah your grown
Think twice and don't offend me, rap sheet lengthy
I'm in a blood sport without officials and a referee
The fake can't relate sorry
I'm a different bread
Cut from a different cloth
That rare seed
Designed to be boss
I took loses now I'm tryna tally up Wins
a photo
Kick it like a Dojo
I'm feeling like a master
Yeah I got the Mojo
Y'all be moving slow mo
I don't hang with bozos
Heard ya tally telling aye
We
mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when
a lame tryna grab me
And she
Keep coming back
I'm just marking up the tally
So you know i do her badly
And i keep it pushing man
Plug hit me up
Another day
Troubled soul bad city, no righteous person to teach
4 corners boxed in..animal ambition..a survivor!
Kill a enemy, your in; have faith in the driver
Tally
dreams
This time I'm gonna keep it going
And on the mic I'm gonna keep on flowing
Tally it up and lay it down
I think I want all of these sounds
Hit me
the ghetto unions, the official car holda
[Chadeeo]
It goes one for the uhhs, two for the ahhs
Three for those up in luxurious cars
The see the are
untamed tiger, tally your votes
I'm number one draft pick
Man endorse my quote
You heard sport, I loc, I escort my folk
We deep like dead bodies on tour, I
down the mots
Flingin' stones by the coast
Suited and booted, I'm feelin' like Ghost
Put the power on the stove
Just in case you didn't know
I'm official
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