Lyrics:
gonna cut you up
And prolly make you bleed
That’s how you learn
That’s how you succeed
Believe
Ya
(Uncle ray)
Ok doctor hand over
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of how crazy I make these words rhyme
Sold out shows, they cheering for me
I can't believe that everyone here is for me
Last stop Moscow, minus twenty
on lockdown and sneak out back
And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack
Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy
Not while you listening
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
the views
You don't believe me huh, well go ask some legends
Got about 10 of em on my upcoming album
I'm feeling just as talented I know I'm a problem
Right
a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost
album does him wonders
"Okay but" is clouted no matter his matter tons of numbers
I get consumed by the greed and then become a dad or plumber
No job
account on froze
Just like my neck
Alla dem diamonds
Ain't gain no interest
Shine that you buy
Can't make you the shit
They just distracted
See what'chu
Taught by Master Fard, hard
Now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want
To know who wrote this
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
Plus the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen
Happy as could be, it didn't make sense
Cause this little girl was surrounded by silence
All through,
on
Whether you’re with me or against me
This just the prologue
A fuckin intro
So you better believe
The album’s anything but simple
I’m the repo man
Y’all had
to make sense
Just help the mood
These lyrics are intense
And I'm helping my dude
Then I go back to rapping my album's interlude
Take a moment to try
John Rambo
Covered up by the state
False apologies, false apologies
Covered up by the state
The silence is crippling
False apologies like it's nothing
the album, you can see that I'm past it
Uh, and I'm done right now
Hard to think you used to make me nervous like I was standing in front of a crowd
So I got
speaking the truth Cause he don't believes in lies
LA Legend with John legend Singing by ya side
In maybach on ya album cover Look at the sky
A G member
a grown man now
Relearning learning that each level of life has a new fucking door
And by my own accord, I'm chasing the money
I saw the fam again, flooding
Ayo, it's been one hell of a couple years, emotions got me in tears
Still can't believe that I'm fightin' through my career
My life has been so
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
by pizza or fish or lack thereof
Oh by the way, there's a cello in your house now
We use words to combat words that make us feel a certain way
We use
dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the fuck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume
my children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
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