Lyrics:
in an Aston Martin
I was impregnating broads from Markham
Asking 'What You Gonna Do?' Like Cops was startin
Straight out my mind crazy
Waking, taking
Or be inspired
So lemme say this in case you tired
I'll be the greatest by the time I've died
Bitch I'll have a reign that conquers time
My next albums
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
to call the cops
Black and a king that’s the shit that had got Martin shot
Obama tried change
Y’all don’t realize we don’t call the shots
Trump in office
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
like a lighthouse
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, let's go out back, Steakhouse
I'm in the bouncy house I know how to jump
Never go low, I'm not in a slump
I can
chitchat
Over what my album's trying to get at
You got a punchline down pat
But missed the poem in the format
I'm no Doja, I'm hellcat
The new Manson
on a lifestyle
Configuring heights
Now
Plan to sleep in nice gowns
The Family
In Nice house
Thats everything I write down
The Take Over we started
The Bank
mark, to meet Kim had to walk
Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
telly on Martin Luther King
Tryna make a difference
Caught up in my feelings, lord why they won't listen?
Riding with my partner and he riding dirty
I'm
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
logic?
I stay calm in hard times am the plug pain within
I sit in silence for thoughts ah
Jesus died on the cross
Martin Luther king was add on
Nkrumah
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
of the shelf
Used to hide from my mom smokin' blunts in the back of the house
Why would I give you a half? I'll take it myself
You be the type to pop pills
a thin-walled flat
When i happened to upset
My neighbour, a gulf war vet
By playing this album moderately loud
He showed up at my door
Then started to shout, with
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Trio, tricycle, yeah we musketeers
Fake teeth, 100 thousand, you spend on veeners
Audemars no Aston Martin, I'm investing in my peers
Slide in houses
put the gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house
Never tell on one another,
put the gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house
Never tell on one another,
even know why (uh)
But oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down (yeah)
You see the thug in
Nation
2Max and the Visionary Crew
My nigga Flyintastic
E White in the White House
Fo life? My nigga Mitch is slick
From the big ass game, San Diegan
Bella
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