Lyrics:
to sleep
Spend your whole life, being with them?
Every night I go to sleep
And I have this dream
It's never too late to break up
What a man
Because ever
dick
I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in
But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what?
Chorus 2X
what I do
For myself ain't nothing new
Always been a little dude - so got to make it bulletproof
What I mean...
Got to get it in my own way
Cause no
what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold
Man ill do anything for the paper
(What you gon do for the paper)
Man ill do anything for the paper
(Like Girl bye... damn see you later)
Man ill do
at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear Brooklyn's here
That fire, problems in the club, reach
sing'em
They know the half I know them from sixty
If we all live the single how can we all sing
Im creative but you can't remix me
Hes a wolf!and you
up, I'll cut off both my testicles
Just to make it big, there is something I will never be
The kind of man that takes money over his integrity
Fuck
to be greater man I'm working to ascend
Put me in a box but man I cannot be contained
I know I flex a lot but every single thing I gained
I gained it by
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
city, it makes my heart hurt.
Feelin the struggles of my brothers,
it takes some hard work. Bein raised by single mothers,
the case was caught first.
the stage and do my dance, hit the stage and do my, hey hey ooh)
Damn so much smoke i need a ashtray
(I need a ashtray)
Give fuck bout what yo man say
(Fuck
that phone
And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home
In these days, the kids looking older now
So a grown man, might tap you
bought that phone
And you don't know what she doing when we ain't at home”
In these days the kids looking older now
So a grown man might tap you
Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Make you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Take you (higher)
I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers
out plays to LeBron,
ask Shaq what he need man,
made a call, now we got him up in Cleveland,
take a flight in the evening,
be back in the morning, it
what you do with it
Snot-nose have-nots had to learn that quick
For them years Top Ramen was our only dish
We learned to remix every single thing in
is summed up by this mothafuckin' quote
Experiences and what they've been taught
Equals man's train of thought
This probably the realest shit I ever
heart
His pop been gone and now his mom gone too
I can't start to imagine what that guy goin' through
I said i can't even imagine what that man goin'
i mean master remix, screamo, and rap what the f*ck
You guys suck!
Get the f*ck up off my nuts (uh huh) you crazy jealous f*cks ( oh oh )
Seems
Every single we drop
It gon pop it gon blow
On the road to riches
Shit I'm honored
To be honor roll
In this hip hop rap
Make it rhetorical
This all
Would you like that
Spent centuries
Diggin niggas figures in the sand with fake history
Its no mystery
America's land ran by the man aka white supremacy
to Austin, Man and Maurice
Love to every single person who believed
Love to all my supporters 'til the end
No fans, you're my friends
There won't ever be
[Prodigy and Big Noyd]
That's my word, God! Kick that thug shit, God!
Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man! Word up, man!
(What's up, son?
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