Lyrics:
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be
by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But
the weather, I make it rain
I'd go insane if I got the fame
Whoa, coolRaf on the track like a train
I will drop the album
This is just the warm up
Still young
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
I'm warning ya, second I've torn in ya
Won't do a third, I'd assume I'd be boring ya
Hopefully obvious soon who I'm talking to
Sheets will be red with
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
baste in it
And the crowd going manic
Get to their heads with techniques
They don't understand it
Things that you'd learn if you were a bandit
I'm another
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him
Family matters, It's in the last name
Saturday mornings feel like a half day
Time flies by until you've had enough
Summer grilling and juice inside
That I no longer acknowledge
There are so many things
I have yet to accomplish
Thought I’d be done by thirty-one
Long as I’m being honest
But I’ve got
always keep trying
It's so tiring I'd be damn if I catch a sucker have my daughter crying
Cause I'd really pop they top off that's just my daddy instinct
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
microphone on the left
We put on the whole armor and there is nothing left
Onward Christian soldiers the cross on our chest
Coup d'etat!
The kingdom
Walking down the street like we did last day (oh baby) felling complete like the day we met… oh baby i’m wrecking over…
(D - D5,13 / D - D5,13 / G
qu'le rap a ruiné, comment qu'est arrivée là, no comprende
Une semaine à rec l'album pis c'est fini
C'est pas un million d'tentatives pour une bonne
pas vendu d'album et t'as pas vendu d'Kilos
Mec, pourquoi tu Flex
T'as même pas le niveau
Donc dès que tu Flex,
Moi je reprends le stylo
Toi t'as pris
l'offense
D'une vie d'boème vivre dans la prose ça
M'étonnerait qu'on vende autant
J'traverse toutes sortes de choses
Cet album pourrait s'appeler vent
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
mingle
Mickey D's over Spytty smoking weed down the Dingle
I'm Mike Balls this is a song about Newport
Oh mate have you done a rap album I have
Im Mikey
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
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
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