Lyrics:
guys
They don't wanna battle me
They stomach filled with' butterflies
You can't label my music as just "urban"
I touch a lot of people
Like I'm preachin'
to be like me
It's too hard cause you don't even know this streets
And me I mack this hoes with need
See and you all you do is smoke that weed
She
I don't feel so bright,
I don't care to sit tight.
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, free to be me.
Black night is a long
really how they feel
Then they know I've been about it
But they don't know who is next
Ain't no other way around it
Got me feeling to blessed
Better watch
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
rooms
You make me feel mellow when I am around you
Safe inside your hue
I know I don't got a lot
I can offer you
I'll see what I can do
And I don't mean
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
was lost, but now I am free
I'm happy cuz I found a family
When I say talented, I don't mean battle kid
I mean storytellin, kinda like how ya album is
I
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Shit is so weird me deja de hablar si le invito a mi show
No me quites créditos de tú álbum si te lo hice yo
Vuelve y saca otro álbum cuando sepas
I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Album one, survived
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
pony, homie
I don’t mean to brag, but
My dick game similar to Mexican boxers
Constant pressure to the pussy, or cross me as a goner
I’m a monster, attack
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
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