Lyrics:
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
y'all to hear me
Not the only one, we all get weary
Cept for the purest soul I've ever known once owned by Benny Tassinari
Benny Taz possess the kinda
Brodie, keep counting, we gon never stop
Banger after banger, y’all ain’t ready for the album drop
Hard times hadda Nigga praying, Lord pave the way
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
album
I'm not here you know why
Tell ya so mi say
Too many suffering too many tears
To see a youth die and mi know him for years
When me look around
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
wishing on my downfall
This for y'all man from the bottom of my heart
I sincerely mean this s
Man go f y'all selves
Y'all ain't hear what I said?
I didn't
Life in the fast lane, catch me riding by
Livin' how I wanna and I make em wonder why
They don't understand how I be talkin to the sky
Triple Threes
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
I took the risk so they can't say I never tried
Put in work stood by my word they can't say I ever lied
Fire burning all inside you can see it in my
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
Traumatized by shit I seen or heard
But making it just fine
Still question it like why?
Why you always call me when you're lonely?
Why you never call me when
gist of where this instrumental go
So Ima go with the flow right off the top of my dome
Dunno why they hatin
When I choose to put a hook in
Reeling all
a invitation
Now I gotta bring you into my world
Yeah...I'm just havin' fun with this...talk to 'em
SunN.Y. it's over, SunN.Y. it's over
SunN.Y. it's over,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
why why
Distant I don't wanna be apart of your lie
Why why why why
Why why why why
Abide by everything I gotta attain but it's a learning process so
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
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