Lyrics:
truck
How that sound shit
I think I just pulled up in my Lambo truck
You ain't balling, won't you tell all the fans
You just living like a regular man
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
the man
Yeah you got the girl, she still spits your jizz
I'm like King Kong
Godzilla, Loch Ness
Bitch, get gone
I'm James Bond, I got this
That gamer girl
(Pyro-Pyroclastiq)
This is just me
I don't got no time to waste
I've been thinking bout shit
Man it can't be getting worse
Now this is just me
I'm
on the otto-min
Go from wearing band tees to motherfucking otter skin
I don't know man I'm just trying let go man
Walking in the club like first of all fuck
Or be inspired
So lemme say this in case you tired
I'll be the greatest by the time I've died
Bitch I'll have a reign that conquers time
My next albums
missed her period
I'm serious, talking out your neck we ain't neck to neck
I don't do threats and man
They don't even know what to do yet
I'm ahead by like
switching sides
I know some boys that'll stand by their side if they called me nigga and they're white
Niggas talked shit about me in the toilet, mother
witcha imma ether you niggaz
We can go album for album to see who the illest
I got rhymes by the thousands but need the money wit it
Put my flag
Me I appreciate all your efforts
Thanks for the support and the comfort
Na una dey tell me make I no stop
What doesn't kill a man will make a man
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
Don't come round here with the fuck shit
Punchlines harder with the damn kick
Theraflu nigga man I'm that sick
How I feeling
Homie fantastic
Now I
Album of the year man I could vouch
That would be me braggin to much I gotta chill out
Man I can't be flexin out my ass
Man I know about the doubt
Ay
a dad, rap was all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't
the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man
this a gift
Nah
Man this shit a curse
You try showing them you're worth it just by using words
Was off the deep end
Off something tweaking
It ain't
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
controlled
By forces who don't know his name
And he never knew how to cope
With loved ones letting go
By forces who don't know his name
The man laid on his
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
turn me into Superman
Supa wifey 'bout to get a real whoopin'
Cause you supa bad, supa booty, supa ass
Supa wifey tell them niggas who the man
Who
the truth)
I'm a little irresponsible most of the time
I'm a man of my word but only when I ain't lying
I say I'm not a hater but I hate to see you shine
(miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I'm the same nigga bustin' their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Discuss these by album beenie man Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In