Lyrics:
don't know me
No I ain't the one to take your shit
Guess you're too cool now to get a grip
Remember without me
There'd be no you
So fuck your attitude
the stealth
Generational that wealth
I be gunning for by waking up
This version of myself
Wake up
Boy you late, get the gang
Go and play
Wake up
Don't wait
fun and still get to hand in my next LP
I be about...
(Hook)
[Verse Three: Q-Unique]
I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes
I was built to go through
are just too extra
Mamma said hand-me-downs are special
Key-ignition gotta love the vessel
Pull up and they never see me
But the heads go up for
all soldier
Top shots out chrome Glocks
Keep gun coupled, ghetto version of Noah
He will make your soul float
Fuck wit the next man
In this hand I got
know that I'm a borough man
And my momma told me
Noah never to outstretch your hands
Work for what you have
And give it up for your family
Don't ever
ready we get it together
You got a plan I'm all for it
Your emotions override logic
Really it's non-void
Can't say you run by how you feeling
But really
make sure you get em
If they hurt you Iu0027m hurting them too
No I wonu0027t let them put hands on you non non
I donu0027t play when it comes to you my
Everyone put they hands up (up)
For t-shirts, CDs, LPs, posters, sneakers
And DVDs y'all notice these
Just a few pointers for
The independent missions (word)
the first time I'mma get my hands on her thoughts
She'll be gone in the morn
And now
This girl seem a hella lot like a scam
She keep pullin' on the pockets
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
Work your steps
Praise those lucky stars you’re living
Third stone off the sun
Just caught up in the Universe
I hold my breath
Lost your count but
desperate enough to say so
Price of fish price of flour
Going up up up almost by the hour
And they throw away money on spectacular shows
To show the world
There was a time when I couldn't think
I was so paralyzed by your opinion that
I let life fly by
But now I'm done mourning that version of me
I've got
the time soon comes
We can get down to the business
Down to the business
Down to the business of love
I play by your rules keep it cool
Long as the time
the same ole goals heart colder than Thai food
Soul all neo like Erykah Badu
Who non decepticons in a fond way
Put a swan in a John Cage then open up
We were in the dark and I was falling hard
Then it started raining so we raced back to your car
It's been weeks and they would make up things
cheers* )
( *Young Einstein cuts up* )
(Get down)
(Gimme an intro)
(Everybody say)
you-g-l-why
you-g-l-why
(Everybody say)
you-g-l-why
you-g-l-why
[ Andy
fucked on by the clergy
"The Marshall Mathers LP" blaring in my headphones
Walkin' down Gunnison Avenue while I head home
Rockin' on the couch? Yeah,
need money, moolah
Not you again, to be honest
I'm making dough, lots of it
Step by step no need to run
She held my hand, I let her go
Don't call me
To take your soul, rearrange it with flows
You're unknown, come across our line, you get blown
Too many bids, ain't no puttin' together
Restorin' your
say now
Not today, cause I don't need a way out
Learnin' the line, it's a version of mine This allergic to time, like a nursery rhyme
Jill went up
hand
So put your head up and you better get up to make some steps
Sometimes it might be rough but i promise it's gonna be alright
I don't want to leave
and the Vans with the gummies
I rap better than your MCM, come on, he a dummy
He child-like, whiny kid plus his nose is all runny
Made this exquisite music
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