Lyrics:
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
throw)
They hate your boy cause he
Ripping up your track
I was gone for a minute but now I'm back
I never fall victim to the struggle
Keep your eyes
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow
I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off,
up the charts
You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par
When I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted
By my mind that kept on sayin'
up the charts
You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par
When I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted
By my mind that kept on sayin'
Jake would've took all the walls down
The streets would've had me hidin' out in a small town
My Montreal connects stand up, not fall down
The ones
fall for an angel
One like you
Like you
We drove all day we didn't stop
Along the way until the top
Of the cliff by the sea
She played her tapes
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
I ever knew
Ima be a better you
Who's your daddy
You're not really dead at least not yet
Take Me
Have I become my 90's dad?
Too scared to (Fall in
am
1 am
1 am
Party girl chases all the trends
1 am
1 am
She don't leave the club till she gets carried by her friends
By her friends
Shawty really
those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,
to God, I don't even know
I'm just trying to feel a boost of loving every time I fall apart
And every time you fall apart, sorry girl, that just ain't right
it to the charts
A kick start to selling albums like a la carte
Fall short, you just another rapper
Fall short, you just another rapper
Call you
First off, I want to say you made it
You made it by waking up this morning
You made it by grinding each and every day
You made it by loving yourself
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
to the Carnegie
But still keep my eye in the scope like I practice photography
The rice in the dope relaxing the harmony
Come fall in love with the dope boy
Like
There's a photo in an album he don't notice anymore
That's me, that's me
There's a stack of cards and letters buried deep inside a drawer
That's
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
Unsigned Hype
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy
And I can fall asleep right next to a dead man
I'm cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband
So, bring me death cause I've been itchin to see
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