Lyrics:
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
chains, new kicks, red lips, diva
I keep on grinding hard for the states
I keep on finding ways to create
I keep on remembering good old days
And I don't
I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin'
I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin'
new car (Wrm, wrm)
Live like a star sounds like electro guitar (Riff)
Now I'm opening a beer (Opening a beer)
Working at the lyrics? What? I find it
everything is alright but it's gonna be a long night
If you don't chill
Close your eyes and be still
Things are gonna get real
Man no one's paying these bills
i'm chilling by the statue
The energy you bring i match you
I'm in the mood for a tattoo
I'm sorry but i got some bad news
My attraction to you is
Crack high you're gettin by you pay homage to yourself
got a head as big as Mars it don't fit upon your shelf
tell the world you're misunderstood
good he’ll get rid of your problems
Wait wait wait
They fixing they problems by taking your dollars
And dunking your head in a pool full of water they
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
Ain't bothered by bargain bin ballers, yeah
I feel I feel i feel I feel I feel good
Y'all feel like you wanna be me uh
I feel I feel i feel I feel I feel
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
a grown man now
Relearning learning that each level of life has a new fucking door
And by my own accord, I'm chasing the money
I saw the fam again, flooding
that
they say we are living in ‘cause I’m feeling fine,
(and) maybe that’s because
my brand new conquest is by my side.
She’s got a groovie style,
they ain't got shit on me (Woo)
Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me
Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
Try me one
who gon' cover the bill?
I guess I deliver man
All these drinks done spilled
I keep the bottle on chill
Say that you new to this, I'm not you, baby
dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (ayy)
Still flyin' commercial when I can go private
Got rich enough that I can buy my own damn
the rice weh no done
Grateful for the days that were tough
How I got by with a puff
Uushhh
Feels good
Young boy with a vision
Made more cash more dough more
of a break
There’s something new before the sky might fall and earth sinks
I sat down and played the card I’m dealt
Some good, some bad, and still the message
us
Want to hand me my beer
You were crazy good
Yeah
Which was inspired negatively, by a book
Who's going to come up next
Thanks to Shillelagh Tavern
on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chill
But they would go to the bathroom
When it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles
man, with a new plan
Remove the chains, make him a new man
Revolution, treat him like a human
New slaves pimped by their own hue man
This illusion world
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