Lyrics:
remember on the coming album
You know when there was only five years left
It was once said that there was no time
To take time for granted
Well we are
corny sounding
Motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken
Up by this Development
The question everybody
Wants to know is
Why'd they get this
Record label
things, soon, I'll be runnin' things
I'm an artist, man, you just make fun of things
I'm the hardest, man, y'all don't know what to say
This album's
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
Peloton is blazing past
Excitement's in the air
Crowd is roaring, tension's high
The riders' best beware
Pan y agua is for suckers
A rider's got
Goddammit, yes, that is why I did it
Another five, are you kidding me?
That's right
Who do you think you are?
I am
shit
But then she told me that was from an Arctic Monkey song
I said, what album is it on
She said, it's on the one with
Why'd you only call me, why
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
What's up music life
It's TheCardTrickMaster
Here to show y'all somethin' startling and fucking amazing
As you can tell by
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin
Sick n tired of bein sick
And tired of bein beaten
Saw em drop it
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me
"Yo, the world is yours
'Cause the chorus repeats the same
Four words for us" and the song's ginormous
The whole formula's switched
'Cause we don't know anymore what are hit's
Is
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes I feel like Lohan and Hilary Duff are the only ones with enough
To feel what I'm about to say in this song
When they want you
My days are deeper than my conversations
Fenced by idle consultation
But ya know what sucks about being a genius?
No one knows how to take it
Savage
carefully designed
Hittin' hard as hell and always droppin'
Bass is the reason why you are rockin'
When you hear our songs and you see our face
Put two
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
Open the door
I look you in your face, realize I don't love you no more
You ask me why
Reoccurring thoughts of him are there
You'll never
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