Lyrics:
of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around,
it poppin'"
Rich game
Off the chain, one hunnid
Suwoo
New coupe, remove roof
I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you
of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around,
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
Ain't even really know how to rap yet
I was just a click-clack vet'
Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check
Y'all heard it first
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I
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
Haha
It’s finally the day
I have to turn in my album
Mirror the album
By ¡IT’S ALESSANDRO
Playing on a streaming service
You already have
May
Something in you calls on my womansoul.
Finds me out in spite of myself.
I feel your eyes, I hear your music;
you see me where I live.
Can't break you
're about to find out where we've been
Everybody on the internet: this one's for you
My people in the crowd: this one's for you
You saw us at a show: this
leave me alone
written by and performed by: kari johnson
(chorus 1x)
don't hit my line, don't call my phone
and don't waste my time, leave me alone
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,
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
friend, know you notice him
I do not mean to be rude, I feel I don't amount to you, yeah
So don't try again, no
I was laid in my bed, guards come
steer
Play it by heart, or play it by ear
It's you that I want here
We glance through our wedding album
A record of our vows
Things we wanted, too young
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Feel the rush
They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you
Original, and I see collective, not individual
Visual,
Droppin' jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, got damn, look where I am
The first album, long live the kane, it sold
About umm aww fukkit it
out where you are just do what you feel
Young babymother I got your back aswell
Young babyfathers hold it down for your girl
I ain't trying to preach
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