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
mind
And I can tell, rodeo, you're doin' the same to me
I feel like I'm fifty but I'm only twenty-three
Rodeo you take a boy...
Old picture album he
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
ain't that you sellin', it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
like this...
We don't have any arrangement of it, they're just kinda faking it, and we'll just try it. If it works, we'll stick it on the album, if not,
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
my bed
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
And if you got a girl you should call her yo boo
She used to call me boo but now it's more
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
with the Pucker's
Never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like
Jackie Chan, Rush Hour, chris Tucker
Lot of rappers talk the talk
But they be hella
ear, Satan was in my left ear
Like go and council, you a nigga nobody could see you
Show them niggas that you real
Nobody could be you
I walked over
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
peak? Uh
All I wanted was to sell like five hundred
And be a ghetto superstar since my first album Blunted
I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hitting wheelies like Chris
top it off
I hold mines while these cowboys pop it off
You just a movie-dude claimin' that you pop-soft
This shit's like cold grits without the hot
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
(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
the wave, yeah
She used to play, yeah
Now she on my face, yeah
You in or you out
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is
it's ok to cry
You know who loves to tinder?....here we go
Tina Turner Tinders Tony Toni Tone
Thompson Twins Tinder Tanya Tucker
Tim Tebow Tinders Turtle
you know this rap game produced pain like I did Fahim's album
I made so much fuckin' money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin'
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run
ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
For a long time
I just want it to be
You and me
Like It used to be, Baby
But ya don't know how
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