Lyrics:
a nigga call me his lil mans just listen
Some niggas use to call me lil kicko
Until I told em don't apply his name to my credentials
Cause he don't kill it
and connected with on Facebook, Steve Lillywhite. For those who don't know Steve, he actually has his own Christmas standard called Fairytale of New York, which
Shia LaBeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bro don’t
Tell me how to be me
Though i love you the Tribe
Album is dope i love you
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
on the purple tape
Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way
Big told me Rae was stealing my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing
But I
My momma used to tell me son you better get your work done your daddy's coming home at five
And if you ain't all through with the chores you gotta
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
convinced I'm a demon
Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason
Killing you is expected of me, I don't win an achievement
Somebody pinch me I'm
Claritin
I'm so emphatically talented
It's embarrassing
And with these punchlines I'm the
Man son like Marilyn
Stop my grind? Boy, you out of your mind
I'm
breathe
I saw a picture of my boy that I don't usually see
Cause he barely posts himself, like this is new, what's happening
And then I read caption
Wait,
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
niggas starvin' cause we all ate
Ain't no love in these streets, boy it's all hate
If you not certified you can't even stand by me
Swear I can't wait for
table
I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear
The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about,
cookin up this album like a loaded tortilla
I gotta serve it up while it's fresh out the oven so eat uppp
Boy I ain't even tryin, I ain't been tryin all
through the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers
When the guns rain, the clips pour,
Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no
Meanwhile, I feel like a, shitty son, brother, boy-
Friend, and grown men have chose Me a target to pry
Cause god forbid I exist the thug sagging white
Fucking
haunted by
You been on my mind
You stay on my mind
It don't matter when or where
Ain't like I can fight
You're the love of my life
Know I got it right
I can
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
him Tyler O-Comma
I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada
Probably [?] boy I'm just rhyming
They saying bow, suck my genitals
Album cover
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
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