Lyrics:
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
Like
On top of that, I released my second album in 2015
'Storyteller', but the story could've been told better, I'd be
Listening, I'd be cringing at every lyric
reverse my childhood
I would say I'm better for good
But I'm gonna say I almost have adulthood
To the point I'd go for fatherhood
But then if I went for
son d'calé, j'taffe mon best album c't'année c'est en stand by
J'me sens grave camé, grave cramé, grave ramer
Kaméhaméha
Elle rêve d'un tas d
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
or nicest
Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is
Test the test the Treach
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
a fuck if they like me or not
I'ma raise this bitch
'Til you little fucks drop to the floor
Nobody move, nobody make a sound
My nigga, why'd ya got
could-have-beens
And in due time you'll earn those wins
It's a mad world, but I wanna stay on
I used to think I'd be gone by the time I was grown
But now I wanna
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in
By the fucking feds
All running wild
Bottlenecking vitamin D's supply
So I'm trapped in quarantine lonely
Lacking in connections, intimacy
Dating apps,
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah,
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
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
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