Lyrics:
timeless just like blockbuster
Yours on the other hand is quite lackluster
Your voice is shaky, breaking up like Queen
Getting shown up by me and I'm only 17
Three albums
Far from flawless
Out of key
Off beat
It's not even rhyming
You made it this far
Did you beat the 17
I tried to raise the bar
I hope you
S Roxxy
The Holstar
It was ’99, the kid was 17 I was listening to c.r.e.a.m feenin’ for promethazine
My favorite Rapper was Dark Man X, I was like
Left my Mark on that ass, dawg my name is my name
Have her waving at you after couple shots like she Dame
Nobody waited for that album, nobody googles
just scammed a toddler for his mom's credit card
Then I went to buy Young Binx an album, that shit was hard
I fucked a white bitch who was vibing
know the reason
Just listen to the album
And take heed of it
Man I'm Lost in paradise
I can't see with
These pair of eyes
Why I still feel alone
Even
without a license
Wait I'm 17 I can't get a license
Wait… a child is out here stepping like this?
This should domestic violence
I could walk into a room
What's Up green green N for AH dot Beam Win I Try steal high everybody what am I gone Do NA By BYE everybody "Selling, 5 Buck For A Five i smell like ah
the photos
And I don't really like how
I'm treated by these people, Uh
Feel like Walter White
Shave my head and I go evil
Don't look up, don't look down
I just
rushed
I was only 17, with these joints I had to bust
I got guns, I got straps, I got racks, I got money
Bitch all on my dick, yeah, bitch tryna fuck me
the woman now
So I won’t ever stress again
I know it seems like I’m fucking up the scene
They wanting a album
Got enough for 17
I jus told em wait on it
Only 17 with a bag on me
Got some money and now ho's wanna act funny
Bitch, don't never call me yo' damn cousin
I'll step you ho's out at the family
Everyday we gets the call
'Nice job on the album guys'
Fed the way to Heaven Ball
Show them all how we can fly
This one's for the Captain 'Ham
Hit me up
to avoid Hades
Even if it's by an inch
We're all trying to ascend up to Heaven
But here's a lesson
The Devil already let us in
We're trying to escape even
know just who I'm reppin
Ima Cali-made Texas raised and also heaven sent my momma birth a young king at the age of 17 whatchu mean yes i rep the king
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
(Diablo)
The last album was like a year and a half ago?
Yeah, 2016
Yeah, oh wow
'17
Oh, okay, yeah, yeah
You've had a whole lotta shit happen in
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Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
a du rag
If somebody tell me ish I'll put my foot up they ass
I don't play it by the books play it by my own rules
I ain't sticking to the script imma do
Blinded by greatness and I been blinded by grace
Rip to my sister I been missin' your face
I know you're up in heaven so save me a space
You need to save me
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
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