Lyrics:
Rapping on nigga's shit
This shit too groovy though
Nigga had to get some
Smoking these Backwoods, nigga
Touch the sky on the real nigga
Fig Side, Fig Side
JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
I’m way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Away don't talk to the stranger
I'm still real and I always have
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
When I first met Sarkodie, he wouldn't shake my hand, cool
I'm not too proud to say I'm still a fan
But I held a grudge and told myself to wait 'til
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
me through
This spell outta hell hits me like a flu
Screw you
Screw you
I rather would die than meet you by two
Your spell outta hell hits me like
still I'm underrated
Giving simple minded complexes digest it unadulterated
You too cautious
Winners take losses
Wanna be a star end up surrounded by
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
truth
Too many lyrics 'bout houses and loot
Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs
I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by
and Calling of you can reasonably explain and defend psychologically
I too
Can say many words without saying anything
I too
Can appear wise by multiplication
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
One of very few lyrics Tony wrote for the GBs, and a fine bit of work it is too. This was originally a Frank song which we boogified for the street
the thing to make the things worse Baby I should think first
‘For I make the things worse
My name is Trev
And this is an album by me It’s called RUMTLOVE
anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,
a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
a week
I can't stop reminiscing
Memories flash by like sirens
Everything keeps weighing and piling
Till I can't pick it up and it's all stuck
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
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