Lyrics:
I'm sick like crocks
I'm feeling way better
I'm not by the book
Fuck that
Most of y'all telling me ideas hinting that I can't amount that
Like what you
And then I chocked it up to life just switchin' them gears
It's been a minute
Since I laughed out loud
Till tears filled my eyes
And I felt known by my pals
Cause I'm a be here a minute
It's gon be a long night
Think I'm in the wrong place
Thought I was in
The music business
Lotta you niggas doin music
But
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail
on skates
And kick him down some stairs
And let me make this clear
The boy been well off
But y'all saw in a minute
And thought the kid fell off
Nope, I care
a second, or minute, in no times flat
(Flatline noise) Bring it back
And go grab the album to give the Lords money
Take it home to mom to say "Ain't they
the industry
Got a whole album the world will probably never see
That’s a different side of me
The anger in the frequency
Just let it be
And let it go
We interrupt this album to..
Well. Just to annoy you really.
One feels like chicken tonight.
This car has automatic, systematic, hydromatic.
Why
think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
afternoon cause I can find a job anytime
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin'
I
Greetings
This is TylerMade
Aka not your average album
Every beat is made by Muah
I produced this Album
And they say I'm just a rapper
Lets Go
Uh
Let
brought the hammer if y'all front (woh)
Yeah, the kid been makin' these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's
and then you pass
Nigga, Till we passing out
There ain't no other path
Baby why you just standing there
Come a little closer
Ill put some weed on your mouth
need (yeah)
Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
And I brought the hammer if why'all front
Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way
This is an autobibliography of the E
And if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid
Dope brother who will smother
Word to the motherfucker
keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
love how I talk
Mannerisms, demeanor, everything
Yeah, man
Come on, y'all know I keep that Godfather in full effect
I pull up solo by myself
I'ma
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
didn't know nothin'
Why can't my ears open?
Took it in, I was always listening
I told the world who I was
Fast forward two years, two albums out
I
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