Lyrics:
(CHORUS):
Mind over matter
You really don’t matter
I’m King of Nazer
Blessings to the latter
Time isn’t real I see success I see disaster
Look into
live around here
The shit is evident they do how like we buy
Weed down on on President (Westside)
Same hood shit homes
You know we do it proper
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
mehr C.R.e.a.m. Machen als Ben & Jerry's
Life is sweet, Peanutbutter Jelly Sandwich
Dresscode Para, mehr Nettozaster als Death-Row-Youngster
Back from
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good
I put a noose around the neck of my demons
I see a goose, if he oppy he won't duck, I'ma hit him right where it hurt
If I move it was a choice
Look yeah, you should just crown me the king I'll take the money in the suitcase and the baggage it bring
It's the funniest thing, My money long, my
Left my Mark on that ass, dawg my name is my name
Have her waving at you after couple shots like she Dame
Nobody waited for that album, nobody googles
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
favourite dishin'
Fish 'n' Spaghetti
For you to die, I wasn't ready
And life after death, ain't been so fresh
B-I-G, G-I-E
Still a motherfuckin' king
the chosen king
Now everybody trynna get ahold of me
It's interesting, that they'll never get close to me
So vocally, that's social distancing
When my album
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!
Baby! Baby!
It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up)
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
for the past eight summers
I'm skippin' meals, stomach yellow as the Champagne colour
Ten thousand albums studyin' greats for the past eight summers
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
jiggy with your albums
Career heliocentric, everything revolve around son
I remember coming up, older niggas use make jokes and doubt em
Take a look
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Bad mother, shut your mouth
Even though I might die if
I flood the drought
I'm Justin, you're just around
Shed light on the underground
Look, but
They say that is money is King So I'ma step up in the ring
Butterflies will float but this Bee here will sting
Ive been lurking around now I'm gonna
Artist: CPAndersen
Album: Unoder
Year: 2019
Lyrics & music by Carsten Andersen
Title: Freaking out
For some time
I´ve been running around in
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