Lyrics:
You're not worth any money in the bank
I was tryna make change, you were tryna make pence now
You're blinded by your wealth
You just need to open your
or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking
out all of these shots
I'm so good that a 30 song album won't even compete with a clip of my vox
Woah, is that a lil bitch that I see
I'm kinda
Could've dropped an album but I told them you can keep it
I don't want my real life exposed I keep it secret
Bitch you just a groupie do not tell me
different side
Need a girl who meet my quota
By my side like when I blow up
Peace the only sign I throw up
Immature, but trying to grow up
Everybody words got
the pills, insanity inducing
The purpose of this album
Is to take these horrible and disgusting feelings
And emotions
And turn it into something beautiful
I
bouncin' all over me
Don't play no games on these specific beats denouncin' slower speed
Just kidding, only move it up, hold on now do not get to rowdy
Let's
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
and I need it plenty
Shout out my big bro
He dropped an album go and stream for Eni
Shout out my lil wodie
Hope she ready steady the confetti
I'm bout
Are there hoes on the scene right now
There's always hoes on the scene
I need to get Cardi on a song
That nigga cute in a fucking thong
I'm getting
the while she hiding she be breaking your back now
I keep my
Fuckboys on a collar and leash, I got a
Whole album with no call to release, I got no
Real need
in a different echelon
No quit I kept on
So now the lower levels get stepped on
My last album barely a year old
When the road got rocky I still rolled
good for promo
Talkin' my shit though, I just let it flow hoe
All of these people done picked up my lingo
And now they wanna act like they don't even
Dropped an album off my Label with no salary!?
Now the youths Dey feel my music up in badagry
how far Guy no colour no bandana
Blocking every convoy
the gutters, I’m walking right in the boulevard, I still Dey shock em I’m pulling strings like a new guitar
Yeah!!!!!
I came in heavenly, all by myself I put
Signed the dotted line but didn't read through the costs
(When your album sits on the desk) "That's when ya lost!"
Followed your label's notion no
M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net
that I dated, now she out here whoring and shit
I got a reputation to be doing and showing up 4 in the morning and shit
I had a altercation down in
test my skill
Any pomp I can romp and stomp at will
Now as I gets my thrill
It's like my daily drill
You spill raps and invade cause
I've been made
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm only
And Furious sequels
Oh
Now you's a gangsta, what's that sounding like?
My speeds the Batmobile, your speeds a mountain bike
Yeah
I write an album in a day
to it like a kangaroo
I got jumped by a gang of two
But I showed them a thang or two
Cause I'm not no chump
Now I clock notes 'cause I make you move
To the music
Like the lyrics were injected
So now when times are hectic
I close my eyes and listen
To the words
Like advice from somebody
I respected
When I was
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