Lyrics:
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
assumption
Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function
Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction
But it’s just me by myself, all alone in
but the time flies by
Saying that I'm wrong but I know I'm right
Now I gotta light up, take a (Inhale)
I'm high, oh hi
Guess I gotta go and find
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
people that wanna run to the front of the parade, and say, "I'm a part of that"
But they don't wanna do what's required to be there
And on-on the outside
Now and later hustlers
They be having it now
And dont have it later
Lets get really right
Mc with a hammer
So you cant touch
Its brooklyn in here
parade
People runnin' like a masquerade
The police make a raid,
But the people - oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They think it fade
What a thing
parade
People running like a masquerade.
The police make a raid,
But the people, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they think it
Fade.
What a thing
parade
People running like a masquerade.
The police make a raid,
But the people, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they think it
Fade.
What a thing
Oh, yeah!
Down in parade
People runnin like a masquerade
The police make a raid,
But the people - oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They think it
here using Magnums
I don't know bout college girls 'cause I never had one
Sometimes I feel like Biggie's first album
But I don't know the outcome
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
but the god fly
If your religion made you hate me then your god lied
Claiming you're here for Armageddon, taking God's Side
I got some questions for you
the Asian invasion
So here we come, come, come
My nigga Rhythm D is on the drum, drum, drum
The mayday, oh it's a dreadful day
When no motherfucker can come
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
for something
But I really don't think it's something like that
Jebert
Way, this is our way
Jebothy
Jebothy
Way, way
Jebothy Humblebert, get in here now
Her parade on the ceiling
Was lookin' like rain
When he came by to borrow some blue skies
"I'm sleeping" she said
After a long night's dreamin'
Now looky here
Received a mayday from a space babe named Tracey
She had a laser, leather bustin' out space babe bikini
She said, your galactic
but I won't bust back
Unless I need, this world is greed, I lead by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
keeping it hidden. But I’m here to run it I’m here to stay
While they missing the work, missing the way. Lost in the words, They think of for days. They
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
pockets
She should have let some go by now but can't seem to drop it
Says forgiveness ain't nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul
That
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
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