Lyrics:
messages asking what's coming next
I gotta say, I don't know, I don't plan this shit
But an album is coming, don't you worry about it
But without all that
what you were born to do, but not me"
So after Soundset two thousand and ten
Say goodbye to my Deejay but not my friend
My career ain’t stop it just
Cassie
Y’all keep on playing with hoes and it shows every night but you claim on IG you a rapper
Sitting on so many albums we switched up the verse 'Cause
know Kweiku
You can't smoke me, I don't rate you
Man I told these niggas that it's album time and it'll probably go gold on my debut
I was on a BMX
to say
It's been a while now
I can't keep track of time
I feel inspired now
I can't hold back the vibe
Just breathe even
Feel the pain leaving
You don't
hunger that he feelin', bro, I know about it (I was him)
Them couple dollars, he'll kill before he go without it (Facts)
Shit, if you don't, he gon' drop
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
Shake, to, my flow
Let it go when you shake that coco
"I Got Game", so whatcha know
Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo
Oo-chie, coo-chie
for months
Tryin to figure who done it, you fronted
Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way
Some saw the light comin in, they shunned it
it play when the people say "Dre yo you're getting funky enough"
It's getting funky, it's getting funky (Repeat 3x)
Deal with the D-O to the see
I wonder if the snow will lay this morning
And cover up the tire tracks which came without warning
Only one set of keys still by the door and
The icy
too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your
on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you hurt too but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart
For
hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you want to win, so go on and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked
By
makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
hold the dice without six on the tea leaf
I know you want to win, so go on and try your luck
Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked
By
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
the sweat
Yeah I'm gonna make it someday
But I can't leap without a step
I know that I'm right on track
If I'm being honest
Well, if I'm gonna shine I gotta
she can’t afford to choose a fee
Cause it’s nothing but pimpin
They know it when I’m fucking with her
I’m a live and die by the rules o the game
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
And y'all can't stand it 'cause they're gettin' bigger than y'all
Oh, and by the way
How'd I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin' me from whatever
Step off
Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
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