Lyrics:
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
'll make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
And I just was playin' your whole, like two of your albums
Like for twenty-five minutes, literally
And then I went on my phone when I just got out of my
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
and passport
3-pointers, I'm nice with it
Fast break all backboard
First pick, Myles Garrett boy
Black bottle that's Rozay
Belaire by the whole case
Condo
do what I do
When I do, what I do
If you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I do
Now
Step
new one form Tracy Chapman
My man Paris with a brand new album
Yossour N Dour, Black Uhuru, Living Color, Vinx, Foley
Chaka Kahn, Follow 4 Now, KRS One
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
do what I do when I do, mm
I could tell some stories 'bout some things you won't believe
It takes more than an album now to set this sinner free
I
Hope you guys enjoyed this album
This is the 6th album, that's kinda crazy that I've released 6 projects since 2016
Um, I really had fun making this,
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
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
mind
And I can tell, rodeo, you're doin' the same to me
I feel like I'm fifty but I'm only twenty-three
Rodeo you take a boy...
Old picture album he
just
I sat at the Grammy’s and saw Justin
Timberlake and Cee-Lo lose
Gnarls Barkley and the
Future-Love "SexyBack" album
And bro…Justin I ain’t tryna
Put
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
From the album the hurdy gurdy man
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking fine,
Proud as any woman should be, proud of womankind.
My, your hair
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