Lyrics:
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
the bread, I blow
I blows the bread
I get, I gets the bread, I blow
I blows the bread
And I be swagging all day
I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
back now she
Walk around thinking it's a free day
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck
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'
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
if you see us passing by
On some dreary rainy day
Take a look at the young boy
And his naked asshole
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
mgani via Paypal
Magne bari neyi thembayo
Ai thengi sa ini?
Si'bhemani
Green shandies that's Kwesta
Last album sounded like the best off
The best
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
on, Em)
They say I'm day away from my entire empire crumbling
Speak up your mumbling
What the fuck-a you's a bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby
This is
wonder how he do it
When I run my mills, man, nobody see me do it
Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it
Shawty put them M's up, niggas
and I probably need a parade
All the soldiers with me, this shit like green beret
So legendary, I'ma probably need a day (June 29th)
Forgot I already
on, Em)
They say I'm day away from my entire empire crumbling
Speak up your mumbling
What the fuck-a you's a bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby
This is
get it confused)
What a day (you could never)
Look, I don't fuck with parties, I don't fuck with the paparazzi
Never have I drove a Hellcat
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
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