Lyrics:
am I doing what I'm doing? Not "what" but "why" is crucial here.
Time to step into my audience's shoes. Who are these people? Why are they going
go, I'm the top cat, whatever lyrics you hear is raw facts
I don't know nothin' bout sticks and pipes, go tell him to meet me in combat
You really
cry when they're happy
Same here
However you talk, whatever you think
From the songs that you sing to the drink that you drink
If you miss your
child
I made a video today and 3 people made fun of me for being fat
Is that so, my boy
Yes, master Null
And they won't stop
Don't you cry
Don't cry
I
type narrative
I think I'm done with that now
Um, I've been in years and years of therapy
And essentially you just gotta accept who you are
And that's
Got me thinking the world minus me is easy subtraction
One thing lead to another, karma hit my chain reaction
That shit caught me lacking, that's why
Narration: There’s a perception that time is linear; past, followed by present, followed by future. But I see my life as the spaces in between.
drug I'm gon get it by any means
Money to
Freedom to
Like to do whatever I think
I used to pray everyday that Che would get out off the clink
Check
Benz, nigga, that ain't no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin'
And I
thought i'ma think like this
That's not healthy
I'm ruining my health just by chugging them pills
And worst of all is that i get these feels, like I'm dying
one and why else would they
The air is unfit to breathe, our food is unfit to eat
It's an inferno land, pollutions recognize the icecaps are melting
of love don't come easy
We don't care what they think, babe
Promise we'll stay the same
Say that you stay right here for me
See I know you like being
into something deep
I wish he would think, I wish he would think
Or listen to me
I got a love Jones but I'm not Lorenz Tate
How would it sound if I
think they forget that I'm the elite
The most successful independent MC since 2015
But back then I bought the BM was clean
Thought I was cold in
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
depression at all
A worldwide pandemic
A few attempts later
Now that little boy is a music creator
Album ain't done
I just put out this single so y'all can
the living water, he prefer the sewage
He don't know why he do it, desired just enslave him
Addicted to himself, do whatever just to praise him
Give himself
are you", I don't even get a "hi"
Everybody fake, I don't even know why
Still, even then, I be letting that slide
All I really want is chance to advance
my water gun.
and then Betty's photo will come down on its own
But the photo will be torn and destroyed by the water
I think the only solution is to
is
great while their others are not
From what I had seen, they were left with two paths
One end is the money, the other's a knot
I know half these niggas
by jealous deities?
Are you the son of dawn,
Lord of all the land and seas?
Are you the only one
Who permits me to do what thou wilt?
Why do I kneel
your suit tie,
You can catch me in the forn city,
They don't even know I rap,
First album when platinum so they ain't many places on my map,
know why they hate - but you chill for Your real and their just mad they can’t be You
Take hold of my hand it’s through the sand
If You think we can -
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