Lyrics:
It's the vets, better ask around
First black man in the fam
With the cap and gown
I did it for my mom, but I'm stackin' now
Middle finger
three man try link up and do a album
It's not gonna sound like this
Tryna sound like A tryna like Skep
And the rest tryna sound like Chip
You ain't been
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
we'll see a conclusion here tonight
Man I gotta do it right, cause my third albums in sight
Bring it back to that boom bap for album four it's only right
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
the blueprint to love you like I took advice from Jay Z
No disrespect but yo last man was a chump and you can tell him I said it
He see you happy wit ya soulmate
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
fro up C-----e don’t know of (*SNIFF)
I don’t ever wanna rude boy Marcelo
But if I do then the album Limoncello, Ah
No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
on my own just brick by brick
And you wanna talk this and that but the fact is you ain't done shit
Five songs to an 8 song album and I'm smoking this by
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
things, soon, I'll be runnin' things
I'm an artist, man, you just make fun of things
I'm the hardest, man, y'all don't know what to say
This album's
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
good I said gracias
I get along with the stars and mafia
Drink in the morning forget by the evening
I Kiss her in face of her man im just greeting
Fuck
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
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