Lyrics:
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
stabbed in your back
I Wrote This For You
I wrote this for everybody
Whether it's ten people
Or ten billion people that hear this album
This is for you
This
stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been
Most people can't do this shit
I used to fit the pieces
Of the puzzle all together
Now I bring umbrellas for
The ever-changing weather
Wrote this with
you pay for it with your youth
That's why I'm potent with every batch that I whip
Cats say you ain't make it by thirty then you should give up
I just
a song or two
I got 3 albums in my notes
Only speaking the truth
Livin what I wrote
All the shit I been thru.
I'm just glad I got my folks
Anyone I vent
This one I wrote this afternoon.
That's the truth.
I had written the first little part of this, and I sang it two weeks ago Sunday on the Ed
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
Ain't listen to a thing you said
You talking backwards
All these actors sicken me
I be throwing up after
Living my life in disaster
Risking my soul by
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
a flow when I wrote this
Kickin and makin some hocus pocus, focus
Tongue will be flippin just like this I'ma locus
Givin a diagnosis for Twisterosis
a rum blanket its chilly.
Diss me I'm feeling ill, not sickly
Willie and Billie needa run up to Philly
Cuz if they stay man its gon' get sticky
Run
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
a no-go
He keep talkin' about his songs, I wrote those
Wanna sneak by my bro, look at your ho
12 pulled in, I was just tryna smoke, yeah, tryna smoke that
moves by myself
With a strap in my belt
I got 50 rounds left, so you better Watch your step
If I let this bitch go, ain't no Calling for help
9 1 1 what's
kidding?
I run Y options tight, like Jason Witten
Uh huh uh huh, go birds
We got the intel, don't play, forecast till May
Architects wrote the code, don't
don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel
Ellington in the Uber ride
Ridin by my old high school
Now I school the high
Deeper than a scuba dive
Who am I? I I I I just believe
That actions define you
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
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