Lyrics:
as a wild boar
We'll do an album, pick a tour, while you hangin' at the liquor store
You know how we get down
(Kick it over here)
We show no fear, that's how
(haha)
They hated on Dave Chapelle but couldn't stop 'em
Netflix was like, "If you don't like it, don't watch him" (word)
Bill Cosby came home, I'm glad
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
fuck now
What's the over under how many money I touch now
What's the over under
c much needed vacay can't hurt the payroll
I'm my own boss so I'm
It feels like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside
You're my desire
Oh baby can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels
Baby, Baby I'm
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
could go too
Who else would you suggest
By all means
By all means
I ain't supposed to be compared
Not even with the best
I'm on my own wave
And I'm
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
"Goddamn, they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
on the speculation
You dumb and reactive, nigga, I'm petty with dedication
What about the bones we dug up in that excavation?
And why isn't Whitney denyin' all
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
sing
I’ve been getting trumped like a stump from a tree
Don’t let me go
Let me grow
I’m a seed
All I need
Is some room
Lemme bloom
You will see
All
the next album that I drop will be the story that defines me (Who I am)
'Cause I am not my sin I’m not a captive
I am not the product of the wrongs that I
bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
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
where I barely even tried
I show my girlfriend off to some boys who sit behind
They laugh and say I'm punching, I say I agree, you're right
There's one
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
to snatch that crown
It's game over, what? Now you think I ain't told you? It's game over
I'm rapping steady man, I ain't Oprah, came to spit that fire like
(bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
I'm hot, dawg, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
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