Lyrics:
Okay, ball like Tyrese Maxey, you boys can't get past me, shoot my shot, bitch, there's no passing
Lambo truck on fumes, please don't go and gas me
shh, Woo, Shh shh shh shh, Woo
Hello, hello
Tyrese, Uh, Luda, Kells
Hello, hello, hello, hello
When you hear the
Hello
Hello
Hello, hello
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it,
goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo
Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by
they turn your album on you gotta murder the verse
That you spit first
And then from there: you carry it out
It doesn't matter what you say next, they're
a mockery or
A failure in some way
There’s a Bible saying
‘No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper’ recently I’ve
Been doing interviews and I’ve had to
Go
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
You told me that the last time (The last time)
Would probably be your last time (The last time)
But we both know that you'll never let go
I just
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
it
As said the well zone
Dropped my first album, power moves from the cell phone
Show here, show there
For show I got my money out
World wide
some poignant thought about
Sex and consumerism?
Nope "My management team has a division that
Has a guy that his main focus
Is to go out there and find
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
the front to the back
Make that booty go clap
To this bonus track
Evey time you walk by
Make the boys look back
Make ya spine poke out
Like ya ass too fat
different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got
cause all letters, but he locked in a pen
Hated by many men
Got different gloves with different gins
Might shoot a spin, he leave him wet
I hope that boy
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
out clothes, I already started booking studio sessions
I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes, man, I was ready to go
And,
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
clipped if you reachin' (boom)
Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
You say my name
Wednesday afternoon, got a call at 12 o'clock
That on Billboard, on Beat Tracks
Tyrese just dropped from #1 to #2
He said "guess who debuted
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