Lyrics:
mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape
BLUES HAD BEEN MY HANDLE
Years ago I got me a CB radio
So I'd be safer on the road at night
That's how I came to know a trucker, "Jersey Joe"
gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man
It's been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas
I know he's tryna charge us for
Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me
I'm too busy
Yeah I'm a grown as man
I got bills, a fuckin' company
Sold out shows for my fans
And if this diss was two years old
I'd tell you pull up
Yeah
You know
2021
Been
A hella stressful year
I really been through a lot this year, you know
Transitioning and everything that happens this year
Really I'm 16 for 16 on this album no debate
Made my debut the best album I could make
I got set back for 2 years I wasn't planning on no wait
So
light is hard to find in those dark times
You'd think it wouldn't be but took me years to realize
The negatives manifest the more you think about it
it's off the pursuits
Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga
The year is new I want my spot back
Take 2, matter fact take the whole
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
my message
The message, oh those messages
I'd give anything back just to be with you
By now you should have gotten my message
Did it get to you, get
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
unless
You give them a reason to
2017, Sincerely Yours was a murder
Probably album of the year
But who cares when nobody heard
It's getting crazy out here
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
fest. I think they've done, a- uh, few anniversaries - oh, how nice!
Too much food and- and we'd be done by the time the late afternoon- evening shows
years I'd be looking at our son
Like I can't believe this baby is mine, he's perfect
Ugh, he's fucking perfect
It all was worth it
He would grow into this
the internet like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by Felicity
Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come
watching friends again PLEASE
stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's
First, I'd like to thank God, the most high
Thank you for allowing me to use this gift
And allowing me to use hip hop to spread positive messages
the old Jay but I'm a back stabber
'Cause I un'd myself
I got better shit on albums I shelved than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own
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