Lyrics:
album by the end of the day
I said we don't play, we don't sleep and never take breaks
Many just don't understand the amount of seconds it takes
To break
keep spinning, I'm sitting sideways, sideways
The truth gone burn like Seagrams
I'll be long gone, by the weekend
I've been way too close to the deep
on her knees
Baby it ain't fair but can you do it for me?
Nigga i don't care u shouldn't have fucked wit A G
Nigga it ain't fair cus this the doelick
list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care
Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop
And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe
I heard your album man if thats what you call it
Another gangster
is better than debit or credit it's the generational wealth
We need our families closer than ever cause this where the end of the game will begin
Cause
the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you
around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha!
Yo, yo, yo...
[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da
bimmers, black tar that top tier
Rappers dyin' day to day like kids jumping off the pier
I said lemme slide for a feature, he said say less
Peeped the album
month of the year
There is something about TWELVE I like
So TWELVE it is...It's Vin Vinny
Born a gangster
I'm a G by default
unless
You give them a reason to
2017, Sincerely Yours was a murder
Probably album of the year
But who cares when nobody heard
It's getting crazy out here
inda cloud this album I’ve never been as focused
I Spoke to G.Koz fam he gave me strength now I’m owning my moment
M1 Forever Muzik Gimmie Dat all day
too
It’s a mess fake friends pump you full of g.a.s
Who the blame now you played out like a VHS
Feeling set up didn’t get your bread up let em gas
too
It’s a mess fake friends pump you full of g.a.s
Who the blame now you played out like a VHS
Feeling set up didn’t get your bread up let em gas
the scouts doubt my ability
Those who high and mighty supply me with risibility
You so silly G, you could never fuck with me mentally
Intrinsically I carry
bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him
Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker
forever in pen
So I can write up all my sins, tatted Leonard huntin' John G
Kill it, then forget who the fuck I really am
Makin' sure I don't end up with
Most people think that when the albums over, It's the end
But this my friends, it's just the beginning
I'm feeling good I'm gonna make a play
Want
touched by the hands of fate and blessed to become a celebrity
So remember the name L.O.K. and his whole crew, because these Midwest G's hot
adjust like I'm changing the file
G.O.D took me up through yeah I got a new style
Now tell me how I got to live and give a person life
When I struggle like
Aristocrats. Politicking daily with diplomats
I had visions by 26, I could be living that
The years I've given to the system, I ain't getting back
whole, like, albums
You know what I'm sayin'?
You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man
For real, hahahaha
When I was countin' down, these
Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me,
How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see
Now we got
Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me,
How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see
Now we got
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