Lyrics:
up that kelp
No I am not smoking mids
I Smoke the finest of top shelf
Made an album yes I did
And bitch I mixed it by myself
Long ass nights inside my
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
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
outside the box some people think I'm going mad
I'm mad
No I can not give you dap
Cuz you the type to hate but still acknowledge who I am
All them
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
this talent ever since my life started
I guess that is why it left me Lion Hearted
You will get hit by my Creshendo
You can't keep up with my Tempo
I
another album, it was crack
(you won't)
I can't stop, I won't stop (you won't)
I'm in the studio the day my album drop
Cause I'm tryna get the trophy, homie
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
is the right thing to do
I am a positive force in my community
People emulate me
People love me
The universe responds by bringing me
Even more
rise to speculation
On a place called paradise
If I've ever been there
It's when you were with me
You're so beautiful
I can't believe my eyes
Each time
Call me Davy Jones cuz I am deboarding
Falling from the love they call me divorcee
You can call me what you want but don't you ever call me
Yeah I
all that I am (what)
I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan)
I'm waking up at like eleven in the morning
Playing by the rules, yo, it's
guess it's Better Late Than Ever
I Am A God, you wanted Beef? You getting dropped
Like Oh Shit, my music is right Back To The Top
Write this on my day
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
'm saying now is the proof girl
The one I'm looking for was you girl
I’m haunted by you
(By you)
I’m haunted by you
(By you)
I'm haunted by you
(By you)
I
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
special and such wonderful singer ever
I love how you say about love in this song
(Can't believe you were lip singing)
My super queen, Shania Twain
My
if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
'm gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
'm gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
from the start you would say I ruined your heart
How was we ever pose to really bloom where we are?
Now consumed in my thoughts and I want more
But
start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi
anyone at the Grammys
Ever heard March Madness?
Yes I have a problem with the Grammys
All artists have a problem with
It and I am going
To fix it for us
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