Lyrics:
fucking dream, I'm sleep paralysis (Hoo!)
Since the album hit, I've been stackin' chips tryna balance shit (Uh)
Really pulling strings, got my fingers
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out
a new season, so you just my Old Bay
Tried to hit me but I was like, Olé
Think to myself
Life too short to be humble
So much fight, last man standing
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
digging your feng shui
How's life in LA?
How's the weather? Okay
You look better with braids, in the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
blow a pop of fatty or
Or is it for
Chevy losing his grandpa
ANd that pain you can't plan for
What is it
If you need I'll give a hand for
By a, by
Should I give up? Should this album be my final one?
Tony Bennett had a hit when he was 91
I may not live that long - I don't know
But I ain't giving up,
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
Yeah, I got Mikey wit' me
Alright...you can hit me whenever
Any time you need
Aye
Ridin' down Lenox, 'bout 25 minutes after we
Took full advantage
Inspired myself with a hit of that reefer
Got 2 on deck like I'm Derek Jeter
This ain't a album this is a teaser
You can't roll with me if you slide like
eyes
Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise
Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in
Not
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
God given
This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
a headache, like yankin domes with a straightening comb
When our bread brake, articles of artists who aren't as hard yo'
Partners by fathers, regardless they
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
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