Lyrics:
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
And the feeling's chillin
My memories they take up too much space
And I can't even finish off my plate
Somethin's missin
I don't get nostalgia all of the trauma be
All my niggas bosses in the camp, it ain't no lil' boys
All my niggas'll drill somethin'
All my niggas'll shh somethin'
You can't eat off my table,
you fall to me
Two step back, knock all to me
Like, why you hard on me
Like, I just want you, oh, oh
Try to lie like I ain't know
See me on IG, don't
communicating
So I became the one every person avoids
I try to cope with it by drinkin' another bottle
To try to kill the pain up in my brain it was comin' out
Hmm
This year is gonna be different
I ain't gon let 'em destroy me and try to ruin Christmas
I gotta hit Mariah Carey or somethin', she got it
You don't wanna hear the Mac-10
No one hear the stories what you had then
Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston
To shit on niggas every time
the fuck I ain't dead, yeah
Blood on the seat like this shit hit with red, yeah
Try to take somethin' to get here from the dig, you know
I get a job, my
And try to see if I could fly
I know I can't but still
I drink and smoke that kill
I'm real, I chill, I fucked
A gal who had to tell mine, guess that was
my high
And try to see if I could fly
I know I can't but still
I drink and smoke that kill
I'm real, I chill, I fucked a gal
Who had to tell
staple your tongue
Bury a friend, try to wake up
Cannibal class, killing the son
Bury a friend, I wanna end me
What do you want from me?
Why don't
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
the interview
want to be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
blown by binoculars,
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
A lot of a, sharks out there
Tryna take a bite of somethin'
What's hot?
Lot of chameleons out there
Tryna change up anytime somethin' new comes
dissin' but there's somethin' that you're missin'
Maybe you should touch reality stop wishin'
For beats with plenty bass and lyrics said in haste
If this
though
Right by there is my Y and the corner store
Diamond girls guarantee you see all the hoes
I was raised where the thugs lay
Where the little
sometimes when I sit by myself
I honestly can say everybody can't relate
That's why I talk to my angel
I'm in the dark looking for a peace of mind
I need
somethin'
For everybody got they hands out
Like I owe you (like I owe you)
I don't owe you nothin'
Cruisin' late night by myself
Down a dark road (down a dark
were made by you
And my mistakes were made by me
But dont try and play like me
Because you might not have the art to stay like me
[Hook]
[Outro]
'all niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
got a woman
She might make you forget yours
There's a 5 letter word
To describe her character
But her brains being washed by an actor
And every
the crud a couple grams in public
I heard niggas snitching what that mean you took the stand or somethin?
Nigga try to run off from me we gon take his legs
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