Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
hustling by myself cuz I don't need nobody
Keep your lil invite I ain't coming to your party
Won't cap and say no more because it's been no parties, hey
If
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside
You know I only fuck with my niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't fuck
Feel the magnetism between us (the mic)
Growing in stronger and stronger (the mic)
Why don't we do it? (The mic)
I was in a case out of state
you finish working out)
Feel so good, feel so good, yeah (or when your girl come before you do)
Every time I hit the block, the shepherd come
the season
You know I’m Patrick Mahomes
I hit Tyreek of the hills
You know my dawg is on go
Y’all please don’t test me
I’m in album mode
Please don’t make me
I call them boys Amanda yeah
Not for the album
But this shit really could be
Yeah, I got hits on hits
I feel like I really should be
On watchlists
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
introduce you to another type of rapper MC
Where glamour and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga empty
Classical like a German luger
bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like
child
(Funky child) (Funky funky style) (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)
[Doitall]
Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler
We're hit when we dry
low
God MC, call me Loc
Got all the fans like hold my notes
Take one hit at a time, don't overdose
One dime though, don't overload (Oh my god)
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
First off I give a fuck about all that top five
If I ain't in it
Niggas barely ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm still winnin' from
IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don
And they bumping the album you know how it goes
Hits for the ladies and some for the bros
Know how it goes
DND dnd don’t hit my phone
With the coupe down
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
with some pantyhose
Over the mic so you don't know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It's not permitted by the right
at night as well (And you know it)
This a night appreciation song (It is)
I don't hate the day time though (Nah)
Chillin' at night just hits differently (It
they have become mentally paralyzed
With hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I
Rebel INS, Your Highness
Blessed to electrify with
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