Lyrics:
makes up a krs?
Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking?
Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but
started working on my first album.
I did ask Steve, if he could help me produce it. Even though I knew I couldn't afford him. He told me that he could
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
Who Stands By Me, Thank You)
B’oje Eniyan Lo Duro Mi Won A Ti Ma Soro
(If It Were A Person Who Stands By Me, They Will Gossip About It)
B’oje Eniyan Lo
Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me An Ingrate)
Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole
Make Me An Ingrate)
Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole Se’ Un Gbogbo
(Only Your Power,
And keep that bullshit out of our ear
You too near me to not hear me, too open to conceal me
The love for the music keepin' Big Boi spittin' real G
hotter
I got you in the shot collar, just holler
Copying flows like a robber on this run
Like Connor, watching you ponder breaking news
He don't care
playin my role in this scene niggas barely exist
And that shit got em pissed
I hit 4 100 they missed
See these racks now they hating on me like I'm Chris
gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky,
Before the Lord get me, I gotta say something quickly
I grew up
or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
blicky
Me and Connor inside the room it's getting sticky
When I see something mischievous happen, what the fricky
Connors like the Morty to my fucking
finna shine some
Horizon
Tryna block me out
But know I'm fine love
I'm fired up
You serving to the feds
That nigga wired up
I'm nice as fuck
Everything is
You couldn't beat me in your dreams
I flow mean, your dress code ruffor
You not tough soldier ass
Won't recruit you'all
Arnold rap 2 is me, the square
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Oh, my soul
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm
tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
and they don't know, woah, woah
Twenty days in rehab, I went Hollywood, yeah
Yeah, my nurses love me, yeah, my doctors love me, yeah, my parents love me
the closet
Top villainy got me feeling invincibility
the ceiling ain't the limit cuz he can not stop me
Woah brother get back to slow mode
Couple Seroquel will
he is not a real crip (what you saying)
Crip walking with my blue hunnids on some drill shit (on some drill shit)
On some kill shit (uh)
On some ill
the sinking and the plundering of ships on the Spanish Main.
The judge he found us guilty, we were condemned to die.
Oh young men, a warning by me take, lead
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