Lyrics:
in part
By Max Payne sawed off
Dodge 'em in slow mo
No homi's in Oak Park
You late as Peter Parker with a pizza
I'm so far
Ahead I'm like Mozart
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change
Let's take a trip down memory lane
With the game talker, native new yorker
Gators on my
a thousand times
Thought by now I'd be a goner
Dear mama I'm sorry
That my hood life would cause you trauma
From a product of the hood to a prodigy
Spit some
tryna
Fuckin' talk like us
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd
When I'd make an album now
It won't just be my name
It's corporations feeding you
The content of my frame
Money isn't worth it
When behind the scenes is
the circumference of your circumcision.
Chorus:
Live like your data, and when you're all set,
put it all together and whatever you get? It's New Math.
What's a bag
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
I been trynna teach em how to trap
But they ain’t been listening
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
with the H-O-N-N-Y
Then you'd see why the Jash
Is here to crash in
Butchering others' songs is my passion
So kids, turn up your headphones
Un-set
and quarter pounds down to ozones
(Who you?) I'm Dat Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)
A motherfuckin' playa, for the D-P to the G
Connectin' lyrics like dot
the set
Till the stage catch fire
We here all night
Nah we don't get tired
Money feeling light
And I'm trying to retire
Slammed a new whip
My ass sittin by
the starlight
Even though his family set the bar high
Somehow always knew that he'd be alright
Wanted to be pure but his coat was always off-white
Haunted by
what?
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures
It only gets better & better
Might treat
Baby, it's all in a day
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie, inside a box, no controllin'
large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think I'm dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album
Make my moves strategically the G.O.D
Make my moves strategically the G.O.D
Make my moves strategically the G.O.D
Make my moves strategically
Yea yea yea I'm living out the box
Cause you can keep track but you can't even watch
And this feeling of blue ballsing my cause
Can't keep me down
to maintain, where the sun don't shine
On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D. don't mind
Cause they figure we'll kill eachother by 2000 and 2
But fuck
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that
“Lesbionicle Chronicle”by Rhune Kincaid and Diana Van De Kamp
Diana:I’ve got Joanie from Mad Men in my sights, And Kate Upton in a lingerie pillow
strength
We got the power
We got strength
We got the power
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy
My song go well
Das me son-i d'ril g
Wey dey box so well
I filled pot holes
(Yeah yeah)
0:22
Open up the book one more time, to jot one more line-
cbout some times, that I'd love to go and live again,
cnd send a message
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