Lyrics:
Each Matinee There's A Crowd By The Door,
After The Curtain's Last Call,
Beautiful Ladies With Roses For Me,
I'm An Idol To Them, One And All.
I'm gon' ride to the end, whenever that is It's like camera action, since you niggas
Show biz I'm gon' handle my business, whenever I hear
Hissin'
or not to be
I'm standing at attention cuz I'm ready for whatever
To many days and nights done gone by, it's time to get up out this desert
Enemy come like
Don't go talking bout it boy betta handle yo biz
Gone wipe me down while they whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
my pain
You understood by biz and you protected me
I treasure every extraordinary memory, that's why
My unborn son
To be like my daddy
I want my
my pain
You understood by biz and you protected me
I treasure every extraordinary memory, that's why
My unborn son
To be like my daddy
I want my
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
bout cash
Gotta sell em on that
Stop feeding their brains
Dont talk about life
Dont mention their rights
Dont talk about pain
But its all that i know
the crib
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, my family, or my twiz
Imma stack it up and stand on biz
I been workin' since a jit and all my homies gettin' in
keep your ass in The house
Better mind your biz when you passing these Routes
Or you'll get buttoned up
It's a cold day in hell
You better button up
Such
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out,
Man's never been in Marquee
When it's shutdown eh
Truss mi daddy
Hey aye
Man's never been in
When it's shutdown
That's not me and it's
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
phone and still no text
Wanna make up this
I'm tryna make it out of no one's biz'
Why'd they say that it's easy?
I making like nothing i'm bleeding
em don't worry go play
I put sweat and tears in this biz, I did it without my blood
Put in so much work was crippled, I did it without my cuz
Made
I said Dawg, it don't make sense
Put ya mind to it and theres nothing you can't get
Ima need tints and my whip on rinse
If this aint bout the biz
grinding with my
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it was
Boy I'm flying high, I be handling my biz
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it is
I'm
I’m just tryna get better year by year yeah yeah I’m annual wit it
I’m just tryna come up with a promo plan so dope how can you forget it
Tryna do my
believe it
I know that you see that
I been on my grind
Been on my biz
Know that we bout it
You know that we lit
You know we ain't stopping
You know we don't
that you reachin for you better be on it
Id rather mind my biz than online internet gossip
When you call
Im in touch im online im involved
I know highs
The beat cartel
Got that hustler hand book for you
Rule one never let them n****s know yo' biz (nope)
Two don't hesitate to cut a n***a loose
Three
up on the way from the brain and it won't come out
And it's all been written in prose by the pros a long time ago
The method must be reborn, it's
energy
Do good biz right by you
You only as strong as what you up against
The wall is what I’m up against
It’s sturdy I can’t knock it down I climb
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
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