Lyrics:
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
If I pull up great Depression
Let me school y'all class in session
Swear they take my lines and say they don't do larson
But this beat's the single
Was in my gown so astound like I can do much more
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my tape on my cap
Tears on Poppa's shoulder that for years
brother, and he kept me out of trouble
Always been a distant lover, 'cause I never seen my parents hug each other
Dodge the rubber, one and only ain't
put on my mask
Niggas know they ain’t fuckin wit me
Yall could never do nothing wit me
Ima Newark nigga they don’t like that
Cuz I’m one that’s gon
Of the one and only, Just Blaze, I got a couple people
In the house with me, Usually we do this at the
Beginning but we gon' do it at the end this time, I
payin' em I dropped a couple of songs and you hatin' em You dropped the ball and it all ain't flamin' em
I just don't agree with what you're tellin' me
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
a state up on my back
Boys from the Dub with me we don't know how to act
In the back tilted hat smokin' Cubans drinkin gnac
Yeah do it by myself I ain't got
the same
Must be the paranoia and anxieties we dealing with
If you alive in these times I know you feeling it
They gather around to knock me down, I pull
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
Dawg
And Folks been solid since Day 1
My day 1's they a1
They stay with me like play guns
If you try some thing we'll shake something
No soda can we'll
shit
This That old school nice and ill repo shit
And everybody's family that we roll with
Yo I love it when they telling me that we won’t win
Cause if
'm the baddest that you've ever seen
Balmain fucking jeans
Pullin' up on any scene with that
Chopper and that fucking Beam
Hold up niggas do not talk to me
I
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
to do right about now
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls,
Mary J. Blige and J-C from Jodeci
And we
and I can't stand cluckers
I've been movin' high feed him somethin' like PJ Tucker
Kobe at the Ruck cuz I got the game & that's trouble
I got magic with
Greatest of all time, no lyin', that's the outcome
I do it for the boom bap, the trap and the radio
Fuck a fake fan stepping to me, tryna to play me, ho
I
don't do that in my music, man, I'm tired of you saying that!
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're
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
you wake, I'll be by your side with breakfast in bed
Big heart na I carry for my chest But if nor you show me love
I go use wetin dey my head
I know my
me in my feelings and I'm putting in time
And I been a bunch of places and I'm still 'bout mine
I could go and write an album 'bout a topic
Go and drop
in my lies, I looked up with surprise
Met the voice talking to me, brown doe eyes
I spoke in my head, let's hug until we cry
We both had to go, it was
Tom tucker
Balling like it's Rucker
Fuck the bloodsuckers
Don't fuck with nigga Tommy Hilfiger
Versace what I step in
I'm fresh I need a weapon
Try me
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