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The lyrics specific, the ocean Pacific
The album explicit and I'm only spitting the truth
And if by lake or by river the water be working, the Nibo be lurking
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
I can't drive by
The old house
Something's missing in its four walls
It's not the
Door I'd walk through
A different entrance then I knew
You'd be
Check it out
Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D
l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d’cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Drive by Aventador
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
Flying past my own youth
Sober past my bedtime
I would chip my own tooth
Tumble down a full flight
Fastened by your own fuse
Solo past your curfew
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
the old Jay but I'm a back stabber
'Cause I un'd myself
I got better shit on albums I shelved than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own
gave her the peace sign
Said he want smoke can u pls define
Aye i'm gettin to the sack like I'm playin on the D line
Say I won't let off shot all up in
that's how it stay,
Her songs still better than anything out there the the hotter power play
Remember, how they accused her saying she did an album
hear the tracks that they would spit
I'd bet you they have the urge to pick up the pen
And try to be significantly different, just picture it
A bunch
Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"
(To me, it's what I see
To you, it's
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
the pleasures and pain living in fame
Show him the bloody walls and floors still stained
And his wife wrote that's signed by his name
And next i'd visit Malcolm X
[Diamond]
Niggas ain't fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
Spent out in
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
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