Lyrics:
the flyers
Of the album release the single release party
The little club hosting event i'ma
Pull up and when I do pull up
Just have the same type of energy
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Big here, Dre gone, moved on
(Scratched) Big here, Dre gone, moved on
Changed names from Aquemini to Purple Rib-bon
My first album slept on, failed
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm
a flying monkey swoops down over
Dorothy sound system
To capture the bitches and toto too systems
Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Yeah, I'ma ride
Melanin She coco
She bounce it like a pogo
Hit that thing in slo-mo
She come back like a yoyo
Cuffin that's a no-no, 'cause I'm a dog like Toto
Pop lock
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
žiadny šprint, ale Maratón,
spravím hit chlapec za majkom.
Tento chlapec by chcel všetkým dokázať,
že tie zmeny treba, aj keď je to vážne paradox.
Tento
Dozens of years for music we've paid
Records on discs could bring tangible profit
Under protection of labels were made
Best compilations of hits for
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
Yes I record in the dark if you beefin with me
Then let's go to the park
I'ma go and show you my spark
I'm just trying to hit the charts with a dart
for an album, didn't need my rhyme book
Uphill both ways by foot
Sleepin' on me, turned nightmares to dreams
Like I'm misunderstood
Motivate myself,
Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Yeah, I'ma ride
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
Step back, S m boom jak Semtex
Zabudni na rap man, toto je gangbang
Tvrdý jak môj dick
Keď mi chick dáva lap dance vravím yes, yes
Yes, yes
Páni
the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
Mach ein drive-by, Tokyo drift
Bin in Japan, nicht Taylor Swift
Bin in Japan, schreibe einen Hit
Flippe die packs wie ein gymnast, Uchimura mache
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