Lyrics:
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
Wrote a story about a rapper writing
A story rap about his
Shorty trying to rap his way up out the trap
Plenty hoes, gats, run-of-the-mill
But flow
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
Feels good to be alive, don't it?
I'd rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer
Put that on my
Now if I told you how I felt from the jump
Things would be different
I'd have more money saved up
And we'd have never split
It
Makes no fucking sense
fell on our faces
You'd show me albums that spoke to your heart
We'd drive to the beach and I'd play my guitar
This was our time, our story
And we had
a sequence to free my soul from the demons that Haunt me
Oh, sorry
I forgot to introduce myself
I'm introverted, so I'm told
So I'd rather show you my soul
I'm
homies
I feel like it'd drive home the idea my mind's gone
And 23 years of living and not a speck on the record
But 24 years of living I think I'm ready
chronic smoke (ha)
HOV said, "You that boy", I get acknowledged by the GOAT (what up, HOV?)
Woo, even shook the hand of Beyoncé
That story brought tears
� with nipples and crotch
We toured - drive-bys on the mongoose with glocks
This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse � you get shot
You were my best friend at a time it felt like I didn’t deserve any
And I don’t think you know what that meant but it’d be naive to just brush it off
looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's
Niggas need like an EP or an album to get they listeners hooked… get them in tune, you know what I'm saying
Not me though
Just give me two minutes
Over-zealous
There is nothin' you can tell us
That we don't already know
I mean I heard the same story
Like an hour ago
Bust up on the scene,
I'm like a heavy
down, your music's influenced by Whitney Bobby pills
While I am on fire, been gettin that Ricky Bobby feel
My cognitive ability decline's not beginning
I don't wanna runaway
Know it's probably best to go but foreign forces make me stay
Used to look up at the sun, it come 'round and then we'd play
Now
spilling out my heart
I'd read it back like thats the shit
Maybe this is what Im meant to do
And I could go legit
Imagine I could write these words
And never
Album fucking dropped, now pop the champagne
On this you don't go crazy, you go fuckin' insane
I'm here for fun baby, I'm here to entertain
I could
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
see you again
My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam
Hooligan out 2014 that's my album
Big up all my mandem
Big up D2, big up Yaseen
Big up the Small
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
I did or was to become. I shall explain
later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for
My heart was full of love now my tank on E
Around the time you was listening to heart on sleeve by R.O.D
Fake love I OD'd you never hear my side
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