Lyrics:
them in by the caseload
I'm a boss like Rozay
Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll
We used to it, not new to it
Just stacking up the paper
Went from
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
It's a little complicated
From what I've been saying
Please open up your eyes
He's got you by disguise
I'm trying to warn you from my point of view
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
tipped to bust a—
Rhyme like a snowstorm arriving in summertime
Chymify the lines, break ‘em down like an enzyme
Better hurry up if I want that Scouse
you know that he lasting
Pull up with choppas, you know we start blasting
She ate my dick like she wasn't fasting
New album lit, you know it's fantastic
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
It's poetic justice 'cause I'm mad with a pact
So precise, my insight will take flight in the night
And in the daytime, 'cause I don't come up with
Ten10
1 Up
Ten10
1 Up
Ten10
Run up
1 Up
1 Up
Fat Papi in control of these lucids
Finna talk shit
Make you bow to this movement
Seen me take a L
Now
Ten10
1 Up
Ten10
1 Up
Ten10
Run up
1 Up
1 Up
Fat Papi in control of these lucids
Finna talk ****
Make you bow to this movement
Seen me take a L
Now
living in an intelligent universe by design
And we've been assigned
To unite as mankind
And I'll be up
Late night in the cut
Waiting for the morning light
a Rhino
Love the way you sing
Winter fall and the spring
High notes (Sing)
Then she picked up the violin
Now we vibing climbing
To higher state (Yeh)
a place to sleep
My arms are hidden beneath my sailing skin
i am broke and fucked up and i fall in the sand
and sleeping in the warm cradle of a billion
Patrick Starr
Call me Cameron
In love with cameras
She ride me like whip
We play bumper cars
He talking sh*t I'll get my men up on him
I got barbies like
growing up in the dark
Seen as outcast trying to be the new original gang Starr
On my road to riches try to avoid the snakes and chickens
Ones always after
Do you know what it takes to even pick up a pen?
To sit and record the thoughts that overflow in your head
All of your deepest and twisted, personal,
it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
Nor remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started in the year
the kitchen whipping up a business
I was in the living room listening to mixes
Holidays came I was always missing
But the hustler's ambition better than
though
Take that shit like day by day
Know a young nigga going all the way
Ball on a nigga like Im Hardaway
Niggas just turn up the bass bitch
Get the fuck
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Why thank you
(Pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(Oh
I got for
This new shit for the GOOD music
Joint we opened up the album with this
Joint that me and Skrillex did together
PW: M-m-m-mm i like that!
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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