Lyrics:
the bullshit that I went through last year
But yo, you don’t understand man
Please let me be me
And if not then let me be
Please let me be me
And if not then let
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Like a DJ man i'll spin the decks
I ain't got no gyal that I'm tryna impress
But I got nuff gyal that are tryna impress me
But I just sip on my tea
afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block
Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes
Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time
to the point like a five point star
If you be who I be then you know who we are
No I don't pop no bars, but I will eat a beat wait that's a bar
Spitting that
my, bro, that's my nigga, Nick
Just got some help, so I say, thank you, Syd This ain't yo life, so you can mind your biz
I use a sponge, I do not use
ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken ‐
I keep flowers in vases ..
It was murder on the game so that's the case that they gave us ..
So I stay on solo man to stay out up from the basic ..
and my back to the wall
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin'
There's no way they matchin' me off
Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy
We
Almost drowned in that water got back on my feet
I was serving the people that gas
Just hit me up for the pressure can't find no one better
Exotic be
Nick Cannon's
Young nigga above the radar
You can ask the pilots
I can break that bond
Like Dillinger breaking the bank
I'm a young Lyricist
I don't pen
Whatever the fuck that sound is
Who's that secret in the pen of Lukie's honey
They keep saying he's fell over for
On Link's triad, I guess I'll say whatever
someone who sneezin'
I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin'
Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin'
Nothin'
I do this shit for the nick man
I do this for my niggas
And my niggas only
And if you don’t fuck with me
I love youu
Ain’t to many niggas that’s gon
From The East
Who knew you had to go through hell
To go to Yale
Black man half a milly for bail
For moving kale
It's the same song
My
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Without your friend you ain't really a fighter (you're not on this ting)
You're just shitting in the diaper
That's why man don't lay you down
to see
A boat was rocking in the stormy waves
A man named Cody he would then save
The man would die and leave him all his money
Now this boy is back from
Clock in every day, clock in every night
Not getting any bigger- that's
Why I was triggered
Was tryna go places- man
I was booking flights
But that
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
first grah gang TNB man)
Blinded by love bitches do you the worst
Like I ain't that shit would hurt
This love shit ain't a game it's a curse
And my heart?
couldn't tell by my demeanor
I had my sights set high
But the life I lived didn't follow that narrative
I was at the bottom of the barrel
But not excepting
divorce. It's because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where's that man that used to do
icyyyy that new talent
I'm a doggy I'm so rabid
I'm rapid the fact is
I'm faster than all these rappers and trappers
(I got) Free smoke for anyone who
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