Lyrics:
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
While the average R&B group is doin a promo concert
Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin to get me
take it back like Robin Locksley
Rockin' from country side to spots where hard rocks be
I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
take it back like Robin Locksley
Rockin' from country side to spots where hard rocks be
I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap on my back
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap on my back
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
allowed himself to be folded into the back seat again
"Bon voyage, monsieur," he said
And half bowed as the taxi headed south towards the city
I turned
about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
the podcast the label and the crew
And if you down with so crooked
Then its fuck you too
Fuck the podcast the label and the crew
And if you down with so crooked
paid to be a boss I'll be quiet
But niggas ain't on that
Yo favorite rapper a fluke he ain't on that
Nigga a nat and he fumble the pack when he pick up
always rise when i have fallen
My pride never been smallen
I keep moving, keep crawling
I pay heed to my calling
Baby mama by the side, calm
She never put
these strategies
Solo building my label fuck your apologies
I'm coming and kicking the door right down
I be obnoxious trying to get my name around
I be
first cup of coffee. But after that I'd hail a taxi drive up the west side or FDR to work. Turn on my computer. Check my emails, go to the cafeteria for
everywhere all the time for me?
I wanna have a good time, wanna be fine wine
I want it all right now
I wanna take a long ride, with you by my side
I
angled up, rims on my ride
Fly shorty by my side, we gonna live it up
Even when I'm broke I'm still feeling like a million bucks
Chains all tangled up,
you'd be the reason we'd have to fight to survive
But everybody gathered, and they all stood by our side
And that's the reason we're never leaving what
London Made Music
PMA postive mind attitude seems to be the postive way for me to get away why you zigzag up M4 what we living for drug dealers
be worthy,
Let me just warn you before I flip this next piece,
That this man stands original, especially different to say the least,
1-And seeing that
the views
And these R&B singer women you called, all your friends choose
Kehlani hops on the news like it was somethin' to prove
Like me and her wasn't
don't you worry bout a thang
See everything's gonna be ok
Cause I'ma be right by your side
While you on the grind
Just keep it hood, keep it gangsta
Get
bagin' for the whole G Nation n****
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the be in the sea
You are and always have been an original
So go ahead
And break
Your pattern my love
By your side
I'll remind you
You are enough
So take my umbrella
I'll
And the whole world influence by the be in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while
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