Lyrics:
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
To changing my whole life The black album like Jigga
No carolina blue white I walk my different shoe
My business greenline pop like jamba juice
Drippin all my
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I
my firm belief
That the only thing we have to fear
Is fear it'self nameless
Unreasoning, unjustified terror
Which paralyzes needed efforts to
Convert
Made an album together
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob
Made an album together
Dreams are just dreams when we dream
Jimmy’s business is jimmy’s business
We all need friends, even jimmy even you
Smoke
That's the day I was gonna cut ya throat
I guess my watch was broke -- cuz by the time I woke
I seen my watch was twelve hours late and I missed
Ferrari's just like I do clothes
I run a business my nigga, I don't just do shows
I don't just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga
I'm looking at the plan
sir
I'm sharp and up to date. Jimmy Reed, Vice President,
Little Johnny Taylor, Secretary of State.
I got the foreign policy numbers 444,
& the bitch came 4 times
I was drunk bitch you thought I was feelin you
Long live my my nigga Tha General
Niggas know Jimmy a general
Niggas sneak diss and say
Young and famous, my album got it hung and painted
Don't know what I got to do to prove I'm not dumb and basic
But as time goes the grind goes
I wasn't
day
They're looking at my wet trousers
Hello doggies
They've passed by
Step 2, what were they smirking at?
Step 3, mind their own business
Step 4,
again
It's like ever since she left I been
Running out of rubber bands
Found out my side bitch got a man
And my pride don't give a damn
By now You know I
copped that Cris by the six packs
Got the fed lines ringin' let a telethon
Snitches want me locked up like Akon (ayy)
What it do? What the business
John
It's Jimmy and the jet, standin' on the pier
I'm known as the farmer, cultivatin' mate without mendin'
Bendin', compromising any of my styles
paid man
I've got two sons man
I need to feed my sons man
I'm going to stand on the streets
And sell this album man
Like DJ Sbu man
Like how Dj Sbu
Brand new 40 I equipped that bitch up with a beam
Brand new 40 came with no safety no Ed Reed
My love is real fuck what you want I'll give you what
No, no, that's good that's my passion
Farrakhan was not correct about
Everything in his
Career, but those points resonated with many
As he dispatched
carried away, YnA, every day
Don’t get carried away, Baethoven… ay, ay, what he told ‘em
I just need one more day, Jimmy G, YnA
Hey, don’t get carried away,
Muhfuckas already know my business
Aye
Mapping my path
Laugh at attacks
You will never catch me flinching
Bitch it's Reed on the track you should already know
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
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