Lyrics:
And them scriptures start to manifest
Call this album 40, cause previously it means to stand the test
Every time I look at my family, I'm like, man, I'm
feelin')
I know I could testify and win couple cases I'm never gon sit at the box
Who got the vote on me no debate no election, no I ain't watchin' no Fox
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
know you're right
I thought I had it all but
I kept you in a box and
Whenever you'd come out
The blood is on the walls
Except it isn't blood at all
niggas that say they proud
But on the low wanna send me to the clouds
I see bitches they fake as fuck too
Set you up by another nigga crew
I get high,
Intro:
It's going down around town what? Likwit Likwit. Uh.
"No doubt"
"Knock 'em out the box" Slick Rick 'Children's Story'
loud
It does such strange things to me
Opens up a box of thoughts I left behind
Retrieves and frees my fawning
Sets in motion odder things I visualise
To Navigate,
c way out of that box she hides in.
Helena,
Dreams of the wings that'll take her flying,
Setting off,
Far from the roots that she set that always
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
Chorus:
I've been doing this consistant, I ain't never changed
Every studio I visit it was set in flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game, get your
the nails
They gon really hate the sound when they hear I set sail
I'ma really go dumb, dunce cap with an L
Ain't nothing funny I'm the man like quail
Like
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me
(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell
a Porsche
Shwrty in them wedges lookin like a full course
Set fire to the track ever beat i leave scorched
We got swishers
We got backs by the packs You can
Missed you by pinches
(HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
Actor needs chiropractor
(HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah)
Christian?
(No, me ah Muslim)
Me did ah go tell you read yuh Bible
But alright, go read yuh Quran
(Respect DJ)
(By di way me love di album) Mad
(Me
and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was
shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45
by the mass
Her face is on the paper, not the strangers that I pass
The ones that are looking back to see if they are looking back at me
Are you
I met him in a swamp down in Dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there
I met him in a swamp down in Dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there
em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist
me get pointed that damn it you
You can hide, you get it if you want to, I do karate moves
But the crush and tigers just might get broken down by
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
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