Lyrics:
Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
Them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
From population,
(hey yo, that girl looks good)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (play on, play on, play yeah)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
(hey yo, that girl looks good)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (play on, play on, play yeah)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Bitch I'm stressed
Bitch come by
Bitch give me head
Had a good time then i Left her on Read
I gotta get mine
I gotta get bread
I gotta get rich before I'm
and looked like I’m doing nothing
I even started humming
(Hook)
Look I wasn't offering the kids weed
So why you have to go and call the cops on me
They
you.
I knew it right from the start
I used to think there'd never be,
A girl who'd ever care for me,
Then, what d'ya know, you made it so,
I
that's right)
The fuck you talkin' 'bout? (That's right, ayy)
Offing niggas (yeah, hey, yeah)
(Vocal up a little more, hey)
Uh, applying pressure
You know I had to do this one
That shawty look just like a dancer
Now I know she got a man
I know she want me to romance her
But girl you know that
I still got a long way to go (Yeah)
But look how far I came
And that wasn’t long ago (Like damn)
I got a lot to say and they’re callin' me a producer
the robe
Huevo is a name and it's a word
I got vocals vocals like a bird
Weed is what I prefer
Those who are doubting me just observe
I'm gonna make it like
with vocals, I might slit ya throat (Uh-huh)
I'm so clean that you thought my ass was in the soap (Uh-huh)
Niggas too small for me I have to look in
Playing Saturday's fool
Have fun, have fun have, have, have fun
Wait a minute, hook
You know you got the look
But don't play me out cause
It's a Saturday
technique, y'all niggas gon' respect me,
Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though,
Gettin' interviewed by motherfuckers like
I'd just fantasize
Makin' up stories to make you look good
But the real truth was you was never no good
People used to say I look just like you
But
I tried to take the high road
Let bygones be bygones
I tried to take the high road
But now another life's gone
What you expect from me, to turn
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
rolling with, The Messiah
Now Jesus is the only ONE that's good for me
He took me from my past, made it, His-sto-ry
Matter fact, I'ma tryna tell you
Alchemy transforms pain into joy and anger into art and fear in your voice
To vocals on the track and love in the woods by the stream no clothes in the sun
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
right.
There is no diff between me and you
Except I look good and you look through.
Take that.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got
my heads been mangled
I'm far from tranquil
You can ask mum I'm a handful
Why can't I trust
Is it the girls that cheated
Is it the ones that told me
mesmerized by truth
It's powerful it does not change
It remains when all the other flows fade away
He died for you that's the gospel good news
Not like
Time for me to go back on the words that I had said
And you know I'm noble, Let me be vocal
Changed my ways had to reroute can't be round and about
I'll
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