Lyrics:
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhh ooohhh
And i'm like ooohhh
No need for introductions
It all starts ends with dubs productions
The music comes and saves me
Back
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
what, you're nuts, you're all nuts
You've been focused so hard on making it, you forgot about one little thing
It’s called the music
Music
And i don't
and you in the Beamer
And the music
And I'm fighting all my demons
And I'm playing this Beamer music
Sim simma
Who got the keys to my beamer
Rollin through
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Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
Key never crack
Motherfucker on the track
Inspired by the trap
This hype, I'm trying to catch
Motherfuckers, I am back
Motherfuckers get back
that was Tim's mum
Claimin' Tim was in the city right before the city's b……
She mentioned bout a concert, Alicia keys or something
And still she hasn't
dreams stopped
They just keep changing
I used to wanna beatbox
I used to hate singing
Now I'm Alicia Keys hot
On fire when I speak off
Inspired but
y'all, if I did drugs or if they did me
Nah, we were just doing each other
We were side by side like everyday
Didn't care if we ruined each other
Back
please
Count 'em man, there's about 12, 13, 14 bad bitches
It's me, two of my homies, drinkin', we smokin'
I see all the ballers in the house, what's up
damn Swizz Beats
Come on when's my turn
When do I get Alicia's Key
I was running outta time
I wanted that Good Life
When will I shine
When I have Empire
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
El govierno babylon los quiere engayar
Music is the key music is the key
Music is the key drifting to reality
All u got to do is listen
To this reggae
bout it But these
Alicia keys, niggas fallin' in and out of love with her
Told you she a animal, homie, you shouldn't fuck with her
My homeboy was
niggas some divas
I'm really havin' more hits than The Beatles
I was out trappin' with keys like Alicia
I be finessin' my plug, got it cheaper
Bought
be
And yeah I'm down to fuck high key
Hit it up and then I'm like peace
To all fair-weather fans who wanna hit this
I just hope you know that I'm not
Whole lotta money in my hand
I’m walking straight to the bank
All about bands
Walk truuu and I do my dance
All them other girls don’t stand a chance
the Hemmingways
On a schooner from Key West
They'd come to make a movie
About long forgotten times
See old friends, drink some rum
And visit family shrines
So how
a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it
But no I don't play sucka
I'm all about my cake I'm
Tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you
Know my whip game
remixing for me
Yeah she cooking for me
All this money for me
Her name is Alicia, her boss got the key
All this money on me, I feel like Floyd
(too much
the crack heads say they love you when you let em get by,
All they really love is crack, they just wanna get high,
In my hood they don't care about a couple
Way Too Savage
What do you know about niggas tryna make things work
What do you know about putting all your niggas first
The family discredit but
where the lights are dim
Take you where the music's playing, baby
Little by little, I'm gonna help you forget about him
They got red lights and green
And now I'm hearing none of y'all are saying
I just sit at the keys feeling the music
Got me thinking I'm Beethoven
The game needs a makeover
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