Lyrics:
that stress
Cuz we getting funky on album 9
I smoked a few joints bitch now I'm fine
Studio's in a cloud
Smelling kind of loud
Nuthin like pimpin
a phase
I'm not even doing it for your love
Not even for the praise
They really try to hold me back
Putting my album on delay
Crossing through the critics
pills, 5 G's on a phone bill
Sunlife Stadium, smoke on my home field
MMG man, we smoked out
pills, 5 G's on a phone bill
Sunlife Stadium, smoke on my home field
MMG man, we smoked out
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
need it back, it's all gone
Used to kick it and listen to Blond
We had an intimate bond
Kissin' your neck by the bone
Now you won't pick up the phone
You
and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
Tell the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
on the Rover
The way I put it on a nigga sober
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas
Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly
on the Rover
The way I put it on a nigga sober
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas
Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
even walk in the
Kitchen when you're back home
Imagine if you killed me just
How pissed my villains be
How many times your wife will be raped
And where
So Grey in the back, sippin' 'gnac in here
He's knockin' down the shots
Like Bill Laimbeer
Send home the locksmith Green's got keys to
Unlock
to the city skies
(Oo) The stars out here don't shine as bright as the ones that do back home
I had the thought of an L.A gangster cruising up and down
say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He's all
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
Bought a new prepaid 'cause my plug said nigga it's back on
This a celebration bitch, my nigga Buck back home
My nigga yoho wordsmith had that ho
sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look what I did.
Den I bow
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Young mar on the come up bout to take over the game my nigga
Back in forth on the interstate goin 80 got ab bumping the album and telling me this shit
Yeah, Oloun
Oluwa guide my steps, Gauge my settings
Enter stage, know I’m shelling
Drop album, know I’m selling
Collect my dollar, collect my
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