Lyrics:
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
Mohli by ste sa odo mňa učiť ako sa to má robiť
Viacnásobná platina za každý album chod do pii
Prinieslo to slávu, sláva peniaze a tie zas starosti
and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat
bloków
Nowy merch wiózł mój samochód jest w naprawie
Klasa C all black tapicerka krem
Ile dałbym by zapomnieć motor 1.8 L
Fituje flex nie udaje Niemca w
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
a while, you know, he got it
By his second album
He wrote three songs on the first album
And wrote four on the Thriller
the television program
"Monty Python's Flying Circus"
This was due to an error in the
Printing stage of the album cover
This album is in fact
Called "Pleasures
Zaglądam w myśli szerzej mam coś z dawnego szczeniaka
Kogoś nie krzywdzę siebie dawno widzę już w kawałkach
Lecz to nie pretekst by polecieć w park się
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
to Aretha
Franklin singing one
Of twelve big smash hit's
That are now appearing in one
Of her top albums, "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Everybody's got you pegged
This record has been skillfully crafted by
British comedians using ancient wellworn
Classical hand-tooled jokes
It has been specially designed to sit
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
This song was first released on the Back Home Again album. It is the only album it has been released on.
You can do whatever you want to do
Wherever
you're living for
Really it was that and Dev, that was all you had
Paying rent by engineering other rappers at the pad
Barely getting by, hella broke,
yeah, good man. Uh, sorry, long hair, beard or...?
Uh, nah, I'm, I'm uh, erm, I'm actively have a large forehead. That is by choice. Erm, and I'm
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
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