Lyrics:
the hoes
My brody, he don't fight, dawg, duh, he got a pole
I been waitin' for to drop a album, I know this gon' be cold
Know, I can right and I can
as you think
Just put my words together you’ll see
I am not gonna be Desiigner and put up one good hit
Then tomorrow realize my that music ain’t shit
I
I'll make a singing track and then I make a banger like this
I like to embarrass myself so I'm just growing a bit
On each album so I'm making all
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I know it's gettin'
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin'
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
rap for a decade and when they went to hit play
They were blown the fuck away by everything I had to say
I was broken I was hopeless I had nothing
But
wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school
Lord please forgive me I know you remember that
6 Peer
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
Hit a lick in a goofy fit, yeah i call that a goofy lick
Disney plus but this shit not for little kids
I can teach you how to gaslight but be prepared
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
'Cause I take two hits, and then I pass
I see the cops in the rear view,
Why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up
to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can't undo
And over the years all I did was improve (all I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off
Kinda sad all my friends, they got Corona
Flights are cheap, I might go to Barcelona
I can't make plans so don't hit up my phon-a
I've been trapped
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
fucking dream, I'm sleep paralysis (Hoo!)
Since the album hit, I've been stackin' chips tryna balance shit (Uh)
Really pulling strings, got my fingers
Yeah
You know we out here
KOCHI MAFIA TAPES VOL 1
Told my girl I need trust
Told my mom I love her stop making a fuss
I do everything by myself like
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I
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