Lyrics:
man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
dope, you know
Fly of course, we just livin' life
Niggas dropping they albums man
I'm not fuckin' impressed neither
See I fell back for a minute
Doin'
to the album everybody that called
Everybody that show love and show they support, man
It's to the top, man, I'm broke
We gon' do it, man It's weekend, it's
you hear the album
He-he-hey
I like to give a shout to my son [Name]
And ?? to Eric the Wiz
Cavalier
Of course Cavalier, it's his album
[Name]
My man
a special evening a celebration
Premium selections
Triangle offense
Blessed and highly flavored
Marcus man I'm so grateful
We made that Cruise Control album
Uh
"It's Mr N on that track"
indeed it is, man..
(Verse 1)
..keep it on repeat..
Relax, it's Mr N, yo
Just come on in, no need to tip toe
You
texts
Know they the yes man
But I be saying no
I go, I go
I leave by myself
I love myself more than I love you
Feel like MF DOOM
I'm the coldest in
on ya mans and you made up your choice
You did.
Too many fakes my crew hesitate
Been fooled by the fakes we knew
Gotta come prove that's a fact that you
flawless, get wetter than worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve
don't see myself
Cause I'm too busy tryna be someone else
Or something else, man there's more to life
Or am I blinded by the ones I idolise?
Sat with idle
know
A nigga tried to shoot me down and shit
You know and, I don't know man it just feel good to be here man
YouknowhatI'msayin?
And I want
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
wouldn't be able
Cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still
your face in a minute
Been looking, nowhere to be seen
Man, where you been? Checking for your new songs daily
The wait gets worse by the week
I wonder
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
gonna do when it comes to music
It is therapeutic you ain't a Fallen Angle, but you left me By Myself
Man, I miss you bro
Think about you everyday bro
I
Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish
[Verse One]
It seems every man want to be a pop star
It's obvious to me that you forgot who
Look with all your peeps stop playing by the same rules
And then they go acting brand new the brand lose
It's cool I make those grown man moves
No
that I'm back here
Got a feelin' that it's that clear
So much change, I been feelin' like a cashier
Man, this last year
Was a motherfuckin' trap full
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
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