Lyrics:
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
things, I'll aspire to do many things
And by many things, I mean everything, do anything, beat burying, flows varying
I'm an animal, cannibal, eat the beat
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
cause know I don't want to hear yo album
I don't want to hear it, hear it, just a bunch of links
I wonder what happened to Late Night Money Making
I
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
of sincerity
Please don't bring that shit around to me
I got a bone to pick, I am a dog
No no paw patrol
Glowing red eye
In the shadow its dark
Illuminated by
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty
thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal
do the monkey off o' the cuff
But her mind had a missing link
Am I in sync?
Paint a picture on a subway train
Carve my name in a video game
Am I
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
it
Third album less then ten thousand homie quit it
Tha game is over populated, why make it worse?
50-50 study day and night for net worth
I'm
around, boy I hold it down
I'm still here
Been down since day one
First album, '01
Like H2O
I'm hydrated
Come get some of this game
Ain't about that fame
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
to get Yeezy
He working on the album so it ain't gon' be easy
Damn, and my girl just caught a nigga
Rolled up unannounced she ain't even call a nigga
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
I've been sober a fuckin' year
And that fucker still talks to me, he's all I can fuckin' hear
"Marshall, come on, we'll watch the game
It's
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
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