Lyrics:
I got my own problems stop calling me Changing my number these folks bothering
Like damn leave me alone
Ain't tryna hear it my phone on DND my head
can you help me?
(I said Lord can you help me?)
Do not stop
We are black people and we shouldn't have to feel like this
We shouldn't have
that loud, you got CBD
Get to the bread by any means
Don’t want no kid just a Billie Jean
One day they gone call me king
It’s not over til the fat lady
down, Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny, nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my
thousand and better
The rhinestones in my Flintstones look crazy in my sweater
Pah it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O.
Fuck bitches on the reg'
Look, i got 1 problem 99 are fixed, they all got painted black nails like a bitch, or painted black nails like a emo, their programmed by a program
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
stressing or infested by these voices in my head
The ones who try tell to tell me I'm depressing
Tried to run away my problems ended up in heaven
Took one
from tha ratchet
Happens if you tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play
them
Three thirsty gulps
They swallowed my shit
And I want you to tell me
How it tastes on your lips
Two albums now
Released by me
No question I will not
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don't think that you're cold
You're not ready
daughters cryin
Babies whining', not my problem
They say, what about the mother
I say, nigga, who
Haven't heard from love since I was a youth
Black Ranger,
then get out the spot
Ay black..creep out to the ride get ya shit out and cocked
In fact I'm posted by the bar like the hood-star that I'am
Don't make
I just fucked this bitch so good she swear she think it's 3 of me
She watch me like DVD
Plugged in like the USB
Count that money everyday, got cake
Keep talking reckless
Talk to me
Got me biting on my lip
Extra socks on
And got hundreds in my kicks
Not the jays on
Got me jerkin
To the hits
Yes imma
philosophy and
Dialectical vagaries
I think that communism can fester
Only wherever and whenever it
Is encouraged to breed - not
Just by the Communists
a split lip
Forgot to put his money where his mouth is
Spent his days running from his problems
And now he's too scared to get 'em out said
Anxious? I do
Black and blue is what I do
Clench my fists and puncture through
I know my place
I'll breathe your taste
What would I do if I did not have you?
lovely thing—the wreath was on her brow,
Alas! the lotus might not match its chilly paleness now;
How heavily her rounded arm lay buried by her side!
How
flow and blow
Puerto Rico Southside Latin you're feed pattern
Black people mingle white people buy my single
Bingo bangle let go my
nine-hundred-thousand miles an hour
Forgot what I'm talkin' 'bout, fuck, I'm discombobulated
Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
the mud now I got black fingers
Had to dig it out the waters I'm a problem
Imma show you how I got what got huh
You niggas can't have none
Imma show you
off
With David Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
Problem with no man
Before black, I'm first human
Appetite
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