Lyrics:
a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
Sweet child
I bare arms
That'll clear y'all vicinity
My target ain't random
I'm pretty picky with enemies
Depicting you the center piece
Of my magazine
Light you
shots stay a come up
Out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
In' New York, New York aka Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in
me a lesson I learn it (woah)
If You wanna be great well then you gotta earn it
With all of this pape better know that I'm splurging
It's hard
lights
The crib and the whip came pearl white
But I don't need money cuz I got time
Eyes on me when drive by
Bout to set it off cuz it's showtime
I come
all on my own
BACKYARD BOYZ we mobbing pretty please leave us the fuck alone
Fuck off with that promo bitch we ain't throwing no handouts
Catch yo buddy
Nigerias most wanted
Taking all your new notes
School just got in session
Boy you better take note
Lagos traffic too much
Men i rather take boat
Never been
on the guestlist
The red light specialist
Love is the message
From B-Boy to raver expressions
I get open like the bar at the rap sessions
Diggin in the crate
Said that's that Kaepernick energy
Bended Knee, Boyz II Men
I'm 21, voices creep
Whispers that I'm much too young to be out, son
By out, I mean out
praisin' up to me
Shit was crazy who I idolized
Praisin' up to Meech
Now I'm the only nigga that I see
'cause they can't fuck with me
New widebody Hellcat,
some frustration
My guess, maybe post-traumatic stress
Even post-traumatic slave syndrome
Why don't we begin this session by letting you talk it out?
light
On chrome drop top candy red type
Four fifty four nigga want better bring it home
(fresh off vacation all this hate got me paranoid)
Yeah better
you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made
looking up for the better
Emperor's got new clothes, so Kronk go head pull the lever
Leaves are changin' color all cuz of that cold front 'N
They falling
They way y'all do y'all thing
Really got me cringing
I don't like they way y'all run it
Y'all could use a new engine
Class is back in session
And there
Cuz it's hard to decide
New path
Like a vision wall
Try to push me off
I'm a never fall
Better notice now
Before it's too late
You're in the current
When you're a lyrical menace
Anyone slipping confessions
When this court is in session
I'm off the Rails
This shit is so Frail
I'm off the Scale
I'm
Will help to alleviate some of that restlessness
We'll just have to keep going session by session
And you day by day within yourself
Now are there any
this until I walk by and ladies like "who's he?"
Sticking to my guns
Fill her hands like true grit
Been needing a new bitch
For some time
Fortune five
Got them faces big and little
And yo light skin, shawty dig me she say what's up now
Last week drove by her at the bus stop
It's crazy she used to treat
a week, with my mala beads reciting affirmations like holy rites
And still don't know everything
But I guess confessions from eight by eleven in studio
I paid a major price with the label, now where the food at?
My crew black, from white to light skin to the blue-black
We travel in the time, when
light
On chrome drop top candy red type
Four fifty four nigga want better bring it home
(fresh off vacation all this hate got me paranoid)
Yeah better
She's the mutilator, music carnivore
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase
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