Lyrics:
one of em' diss me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you
hunnid
Now it's paid up with the blue ones
I expose the system
Take a look at how they do us
They wanna hate me
Tell the world that I'm a nuisance
Pussy
letters
See, I'm a nigga that'll always give thanks, I'm friends with a couple bank tellers
They let me skip lines at the bank, they call me Mr. Kirk
a sound
Also, there was a name beside the door
Mr. James Dillingham Young
When the name was placed there
Mr. James Dillingham Young was paid thirty dollars
the henchmen
All these lil rappers cappin yappin
never paid dues
Frontin like they love it when you buzzin
But they hate you
Overcome by envy
In a frenzy they
station for further bulletins.
Announcement 2 (track 5)
Announcer 1: "In just a few moments, Mr. Black is due to address the people.
We are now
love, no happiness, no romance
So I'm saying goodbye
Hey Mr. Lonely
I got something to tell ya
It's kinda hard to find the words
But I'm hoping that it
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
packs
Them chubby black kids eating Lil Debbie snacks
Put your fist in the air and let's take a stand
No Mr. officer, I don't wanna shake your hand
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
broke before but now I’m gettin paper
Now I’m gettin paid
Now now I’m gettin paper
Now I’m gettin paid
Now now I’m gettin paper
Now I’m gettin paid
Now
She's a bad lil' butterfly Fuck that man right by your side
I'm just tryna see you ride I can't get you off my mind
Bad lil' pretty face Come on,
the whip
I'm thinking
Oh shit that could've been us
I'm thankful!
But I'm mad cuz that wheel was all paid for!
Not to worry that bill wont be painful!
Swear
off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma I'ma
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin
Even my dreams you know I got my lil vest on
Just beat another case you can call me Mr. Teflon
That lil boy know better than to put me in a diss song
couldn't freestyle it was very clear
Feels like I've paid dues for nothing
Feels like I've paid dues for nothing
I'll see my catalog through to the end
For
to
You don't wanna pay the respect but I paid all my dues and Im never gon lose
Shit
Had to go back in the booth
I had to tell em the truth yeah
All
split
I grabbed you by the hand, he didn't understand
But I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the man
We enjoyed the date, also the night
Then I
here, right now
Same color, same style
Tryin' to claim worldwide
And ain't traveled but one mile
In these shoes, I paid dues
With nothin'
talk I walk
It's Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K.
Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid
To tell the truth we got it made, something
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Ran out of patience
Feeling kind of anxious
I done paid way too many dues to ever feel like I'm waiting
My mind is dangerous
Sacred DNA ancient
I
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
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