Lyrics:
tiger eyes)
Like the sunrise you caught me by surprise
It's time to say goodbye, see you next time
Constant highs, we've shared some lives
Looking in
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
peak
Even though MorePerkys outdid you on every fuckin' beat
How the fuck you make an album, and get carried by the feats
Jadon flexin' fake chains, them
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
think of success as only measured by your money
Cuz money never lasts in fact it's only last
On the list of impactful things one can ask for
So with that
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
hiding inside of the silence
We are locked up in control by a virus
Mainstream artists stealing booty like they're pirates
And I really don't know if we
me by my lonely
I been tryna heal my soul tryna get my mind right
Now it's time to step into the limelight
I was on my own you was wrong in my eyes
But
the fade away
Not in the mood with these dudes
Act like they Beyoncé
I generate when I die stash money in the grave
I only date traditional woman that obeys
(Oh Oh )
(I forgot where we met )
Got a couple things i would like to run by you yeah
I can’t even find you
Got a couple things I would like your
and allow the universe to fall to its
Knees at your command rather than allow
The universe to manipulate your peace of
Mind. enjoy this album, sit back,
nightmare
Of me witnessing my own corpse accompanied by
What seems to be a physical representation of my conscience
I present my journal of pain to you all
It's not odd being such an odd being
Saw things on the live feed, make ya knock-kneed
The monotony of the static in ya mind be
More conniving than
he's kinda square and odd
From an era where we called sharing cops
Been on Ohio we once sharing cars
Mind of Aristotle
Larynx of a professor of Meritas
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
You know how albums have those little voiceover things where it's like
Two people talking and you're like when is the song gonna start?
When does
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
what da man say, Beyonce
Dutty ya, dutty ya, dutty ya
Beyonce sing it now ya
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
what da man say, Beyonce
Dutty ya, dutty ya, dutty ya
Beyonce sing it now ya
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
took a hiatus and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five unreleased albums
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