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God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction
we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers.
We breathing life back into
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely
steady getting stabbed in the back by the boys you reppin' with
And I cannot mess with that
I pull up with the best attacks
Like an autocanceled back air
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
the fuck up, nigga?)
Turn
Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)
I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)
Sometimes you gotta lose the battle
, I'ma put the city on my back
I'ma be the running back and the quarterback
Bring the parade to my city like I'm Ja Morant
It's a Truelove song, you know
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
breeding cattle when I raise the stakes
In a battle you would swear I was raised by apes
Crazy, Side Effect the Napalm Bomb of rap
You're content being wack
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
(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
now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark
We used to wear cross
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
Fuck a hello I saw good things go by
Sold my sanity for a good price
But you came back for me, yeah
You came back for me, yeah
Is it too late
Maybe
you sigh twice Mileena
Real spitters yea they need us
Control alternate everyday but they can't delete us
We up!
This the Outro on the Album Of The Year
come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked
smell, where's your diaper? Shit, here
Lay on your back, don't pee right now or else I'll have to get you back
One day when you gon' want to get your way
yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever
Bro we uh, we fuckin, we live from the bay right now
This is like, this is the intro to my album, this shit is crazy
I’m uh, I’m back to where I
plays
When I had no plays
Part of me died last night
Come back, come back
Part of me died last night
Come back, come back
Part of you died last night
We back widdit, ha ha
4800, that's still me
Let's get it
Let's get it
Oh man, ha ha
(Me) you know a nigga still ballin'
Servin' in
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