Lyrics:
I don't know why I fucking care
I just don't think that this is fair
It's like every time I go it's false start
Time to move on segue like it's Paul
wouldn't believe it, but . . . I'm very much like the people here in this audience tonight . . .
Bozzio: What?
Frank: I think we definitely have
You know what I'm saying
I wanna say what's up to all these niggas out here hatin on dj paul juicy j
Y'all know who you are you know what I'm saying
double time like I'm way passed my deadline
Rarely do you see an mc out for justice
Hakainde Hichilema speech
Rarely do you see an mc–an mc
Simon M.
they’re talking to?
We are many and they are few
And I wouldn’t let it get the best of you
Don’t you forget we’ve come this far
Don’t forget who we are!
We
think I never used to eat Malteaser’s
I slag you off now and don’t feel bad about it afterwards
Just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers
Think I hit the pot
Tomorrow ima give the drop
Pay Paul a lil visit
You know Peter gon be hot
But that's the price to pay
When you know you got a lot
think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
(Oh, don't think about)
Done sayin' I'm done playin'
är upp till dig.
Det måste väl do förstå vad som är fel.
Tuuuure! jag sjunker!!
Nä, just det.
Sjunker 'you? !
apply to the rest of the world!
Death by RNG, it's how everyone goes
Death by RNG (Why does this happen?)
It applies to people other than you
Everyone
to the one who's so defiant
The one who's so reliant, do what I say like I'm Simon
I know some people stab you in the back until you crying
Never had no
dreams are made of these
And every time I go to sleep at night I hear you breathing
And it's like
It's not much different this momentary sleep
Cause I get
While you suck on this dee
I can do a trick make you
Bust in your Jeans
I'm a freaking nigga like my
Name was gucci
Baby spread them cheeks
And let me go
recording studio
Like, I have a few people I want you to meet"
So I went there, I met this A and R, Aton (What's good Bhad Bhabie)
And he was like, "Well,
size is too large, cellphone won't charge
My dick is like my life, both of them are so hard
Oh, you don't think it's hard?
Well you don't fucking know me
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
highness
Pull up behind us, bad bitch
Think she the dimest
Switch up the climate, at the top
We through with climbing do what I say like
Simon, fans bringing
I believe that
Listen, people be askin' me all the time
"Yo, Mos, what's gettin' ready to happen with Hip-Hop?"
(Where do you think Hip-Hop is
the fuck you mean you wanna do the whole thing different?
Uh, you know, I-I think, like, you know
Traditionally people have been doing the job the same kind
word for
That thought, so be careful with words. I like to think that the same
Words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.
There are
are my actions
I can't stand this act no more 'cause it's like the first take of a theatre act
We're full of flaws (Detune)
You pursue my head
If I
of sad memories
and a good purpose
You don't wanna live like a ghost
We must take time to believe in time
those lights are made for this
to make you
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
when them black boys moved in
I couldn’t argue with you
Or keep it confidential
Cause you dark skin
So the chances are
the odds going against you
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