Lyrics:
Loved by few
Hated by most
Getting judged, ain't none new
I don't care what y'all post
Posted up in the Stu
And just know I got some smoke
Write me
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
4
This album was made by me only
There is some couple of genres
Well entering my energy with different vibes
There is 15 tracks on this album
If
And scrolling thru the role he's bound by letting truth be told we out
To make a difference
In a day age where hate is senseless
No one's tryna catch a fade they
well about heartbreak
An everything in between
This album is a compilation of songs
Written and produced by artists Kurt Danger
And Bradley Walton
From
facts
I know they mad thats in the past
No I ain't Johnny I stay with the Cash
Don't play with me play with a Bag
Keeping it G aint shit sweet
Yo pockets
that shit cuz yo songs is awful
Crying on yo insta Live cuz you got doxed by Fawful
And don't get me started on that nigga Snoopy WRLD
You is so enormous
I'm not really worried bout no algorithm
Only wave that I'm on is my album rhythm
Looking to the sky saying Abba fill em
Show me where to go
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
Twin
Blat
Twin blat
Huh,
I been so goddamn high I don't know
when i'm landin', huh
These niggas so broke they don't got no plans
Run up, you might
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
with a signed CD
You drop a single, another album, nothing special’s happened yet so you’re feeling kinda dumb
Everyone you know back home they don
This song was first released on the Back Home Again album. It is the only album it has been released on.
You can do whatever you want to do
Wherever
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
label, shit I don't wanna be labeled
Repeat the album stream that shit right off your internet cable, Bam.
My life is a fight but I'm winnin it
Give me
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
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