Lyrics:
whereabouts/
Paranoia,
Cause I’ve seen a lot of people
Lose their life going lives (Live streaming)
(Let that sink in)
(Bridge)
And it’s nice up here
of conformity, I'll never rep Supreme
Couldn't live a normal life, I gotta live the dream
She got a better right hand than showtime Kareem
I don't care if you hate
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
it
The shit that you thinkin
You probly should say it
The shit I've observed
I still probably won't
Say it
Still live by a code
Even though it's
developing
Your symptoms have you frazzled
Mix it up, pour a cup
The epicenter of the party
Live it up, only young once
Now you bout to burn some Marley
You
raised so let's get this shit
Me and my bros we all got goals and we gone live that shit
Kylo and Twenny in this stu so they gone give you hell
My homie
on lock like a prison, no jail visits
I live like the hell with it
Like I ain't got nothing to lose
Moving in stealth, dig it
Niggas who prayed that I'd
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
sound just like a CD
We don't lip-sync, we go all live
On stage, I bring about four or five
That's D-Nice, Sydney, and Melodie
And myself,
for fortune and fame
I don't want to live forever, it's do or die
I'd be a dead nigga talking gangsta SPI
Niggas don't want me to be up
In they system
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
'til I can't no more
Sexual assault survivor, but I don't wanna recount that
I'd rather spend my time watchin' sand fall down the hourglass
Sand falling
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
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
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
multiple platinum albums for an awful rapper
I'd rather get a real job than be a struggle rapper
I'd rather pay it forward than to hustle backwards
I'm
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
In the city by the river
A man is standing on a bridge
His eyes to Heaven to the Forgiver
Who flips the coins on who should live
A naked
Come figure it out
Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about
If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route
The people who made me came from the South
Mama
anointed, called, and protected
From being called into question by people with real objections
Actual human lives in the balance, you won't accept them
For
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
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