Lyrics:
I'm a stage loving type of dude
Want my people to rise
Like the price of food
Waking up at 4am
Song done by noon
I love myself, I wouldn't lie to you
far from passive: I'm a terrorist passin'
By houses and flying planes in stomachs of buildings, antacids
We need less of these children who rap
Thinking their your friend but they hating
This is illusion is ran by satan but it’s really what you make it
If we beef ima smash your chick I’ll admit that
On go go
I buy by the ounce, I can't go crazy yet
Man I'm still solo so don't need the pounds
Get me that jerk 'cause a bitch got me hurtin'
Order
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
I took a walk downtown today to find a place worth standing in front of.
I passed by alleys full of trash and forgotten junkies, surrounded by
was taken from me by a system aimed to defame me
When I get basically me too'ed by my bride to be
Mother of my baby its a crazy world and its also
on a terrible path and want them all to witness. Greatness by force
Raising your thoughts passed the limit
You could feel it vibrate through your heart
Mannequins
bright
futures for the children that's manure in the building
All the fluids and the feelings, controlled by the ethereal
Brain up in a bubble, its
How do I see myself makin millions
In a place where people don't even care about the children
And best options is moving bricks if you wanna start
present, none of these rappers get it
Wonder why I try to remain separate, no child support draining my bank account
My children set and, I'm coming back for
and make my choices accordingly
Just flow
Ooou
Yeah
Ooou
Cause nothing lasts forever, how beautiful
Sitting by the seaside
Hoping that you breeze by
And I've
real estate property
Constant passive income
While in my big studio recording album
Money streams autopilot
Vacay to Paris
Mansions for parents
Adani
that ball to drop
We all eat food and crack open the bottle together
At mid night is when the time comes
Us children all need to love eachother and call
from near the God protect the crown
Producing now by the way how you like this sound
Taking over with the blueprint black album style
Overlook the past
a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was
Before you even know, it will be time to go
Oh, wait, I already said that, I just gotta check back
Album one, track number seven (uh huh)
For those who
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
and whitey's got your mama
So do you want to change for the children with a comma?
For who? Me, I, myself, you know the one
Doing what I gotta do
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
working for her children
She's at work while her teenage daughter
In the room with a dude and she twerking while he filming
Hurt somebody's feelings
whole, like, albums
You know what I'm sayin'?
You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man
For real, hahahaha
When I was countin' down, these
off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'm be known for fucking over your whole album
Who want my rhyme?
Keep declining, I'm keep climbing
children with automatics
Imagine babies drive-by's in the cabbage
Rappers is like Peter Pan
or built like Sandman on the desert lands
I'm from Shaolin, my
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