Lyrics:
might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch
Well it's the God (yes) no illusions
Whitney and I got a feature
Now we both give it gas putting miles on the odd o meter
It's pronounced Odometer man you're dumb
I'm just barely getting warmed
I'm grown and I'm still a G
But it's to sell my crack by
Way of cheers in this industry
Remember me, when you hustle runnin'
Right do or die, otherwise,
That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
That's the land of the Free, it's the home
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
the limos wit his vehicles
(Yeah that's the way it go when you got money to blow)
Ho! well then, say no mo'
Just think, I was on my way to the sto'
I got
beats, ass in the seats, now, silence
So frankly I don't give a fuck if I offend you niggas
By the end of the record I will have ended you motherfuckers
cause W's my only anthem
Give me a beat and you know I'm going to spasm
Bitch I be breathing that heat like a dragon
Everybody wanna know where the album
different moves
I'm your Adam to your Eve, baby girl, our love is biblical
I don't want you to go away, want you to stay by my side
Through any circumstances,
of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York,
my message
The message, oh those messages
I'd give anything back just to be with you
By now you should have gotten my message
Did it get to you, get
every bullet will go in and out
Who you besides kiss take a piss
In a bottle of cryse (crystal)
Then give it to a modelin' bitch
And you like ya watch
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
bitch
If you want white meat
Now I - never lost a battle in my life
God came close, and yo, I beat Jesus twice
I take it to your block, your party
And do
I am so excited to embark on this journey with you
I hope it to be a lifelong one for us, but let's start with this first album and go from there
tho, raw flow, bet it'll scorch
Go through your thoughts, after you speak, but never before
Never before have you heard, someone spit with this force
You
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
once you heard my freestyle, you had me into it, that how I knew it's
Something I had to keep on pushin' hard for
'Cause every album I drop, you ready
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
feel?
Still right here
Still right here
Still right here
You think the world will give you more when it gets better
When all I need is one last night
old, I bet he takes it
We thought about giving a fake name or a destination
But you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigation
Instead you in
can get her money
And she run to fuck her own ignorant homey
You a lost cause, yellin' pause when they drop the draws
It's entrapment, have yo nigga
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