Lyrics:
game
Do you wanna know where to find real hell?
Well it is inside your head
C'mon give it to me
Just a reason to be
A better version of who I am
C'mon
mercy mercy for Bukunu
Iheanacho, Iheanacho
When I come by your house, will you keep me waiting so long
Mummy me, Abwoi
Me am asking why late
Inside
right away,
you will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
by a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!
Well, here we are face to face once
What time is it?
Holy s**t
I'm waking up to a world
That is broken
I had a nightmare
That you and I were particles
Suspended in the air
After
constantly playing
You make sacrifices touring has
Taken it's toll
On our family members as well
I specifically remember many
Moments where our
Parents would
love
Im in love with you
And there aint nothing I wont do for my Baby
you drive me Crazy
And it makes me Say
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im
We do hereby declare reality uncapped
By the changing standards
Of dialogue, statements, such as
Keep it real
Especially when or anticipating modes
on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked
I take my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, it's never too late
Before I do like you
Version
The devil deceived you
With the rich man verses
Then preachers go preach it
Never reword verses
Was made in his image you really got purpose
Gotta
How can one become so bounded
By choices that somebody else makes?
How come we've both become a version
Of a person we don't even like?
We're
knew you was loved by many
Cuz bro it felt good reminiscing with Joss
I told Dan don't run to the bottle
Cuz the shit don't help if you do it in vein
You
share
I ain't the one to fool with, I’m coming with the tools, bitch
I’m ruthless to the foolish and I suggest you cool it
Before you make me do it to you
real songs
Real Hip hop may not be me after all I feel like I'd be lying if I told you I was wrong
And this is hard to write, and it's hard to admit
Ima make past forty
Feel like Harlow when i'm sipping on Kentucky Bourbon
A different version but that is something you cannot determine
I write my own
and pipes love for a different kinda fiend
Fuego chad Hugo and nigo
It'd be fire if you throw it back for a g
I can't lie if we linked that'd be a rekindling
TIME TO EXPERIENCE IT ALL OVER AGAIN
No time to stand still on the floor
I'm done with a future that makes sense
Cause if life ever makes sense to you
keep coming so I'm stackin that bacon
Eyes on the crown so you know imma take it
Imma real one yeah you know I won't fake it
It's the - big dick bandit
shit that make you wanna go commit sin
And thats it
so whenever life seemed hard
It's probably as easy as it gets
Now sip this
incredible, this flow (?) made a new version of a scenario
I wanna go drop it in the ocean to make it wet but I can't swim
My streams tell me otherwise because
got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you wanna make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another
the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound
make you want to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound system rockin steady as us
And it's cool
to sleep
When all you did was make
Promises that you couldn't keep
Ha! You getting mad yet?
I'm real mad, stashed under the mattress
I'm mad real, finna need
your mind so snug
Like who the person was with whom you first make love
When was the last time you heard a real anthem?
Nas, the millionaire,
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