Lyrics:
The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights I've been formed to forget
For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Before fondling female
Dag, what a trip, sh*t is squared away
I'm try'na figure out how to tackle this beat today
It's really funny how ya last songs always gotta be your
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
increase your wealth
Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and we only fuck with those who trying to sell
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
they be callin' me but I don't wanna catch a case (Yah)
From the album to the family time I got too much on my plate (Pop out)
But why do so many suckers
to many people out here done f*cked it up
Screamin' what is love?
What's love when you surrounded by all hate
And what's real when you surrounded by all
give you power
Not for the intent to misuse your power"
If you wanna dance, you gotta play the band
People die by other hands
The innocent, the Ku Klux
tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost
By his stripes I'm
[Chorus]
f*ck ho's and rock fake friends
f*ck fashion I set trends I
Don't front and I don't pretend
I'm just tryina do my thing
B-tek
First I'm
f*** you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
thinking about my goals
I needed time thinking about my goals
I Hope I don't make it by selling my soul
These Niggas is snakes tryna play my
Niggas is snakes
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
I`m so glad your my friend
I don`t know what you done seen in me
But i got some faith you believe in me
But look in my eyes and then you can see
soul
It's all I see
It's all I know
Around and around we go
I got my foot on the f****** pedal
I'm lane switchin'
Shit, I've been telling you for years
F-f-feel me
Feel me with your soul
Don't fuck with my mojo
Feel me with your soul
Don't fuck with my mojo
Feel me with your soul
Don't fuck with my
like a wise guy,
Makes you victim to the fly by,
Got you like, Boom Bitty Bye Bye.
F*ckin' with my intellect,
Chops to your neck,
Like Wu-Tang effects,
the collision
My nigga at the front, I'm at the tail end, where is your girlfriend?
I'm lickin' the surface, try puttin' a word in
I jump in that pussy and turn
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