Lyrics:
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit
have a dollar to eat (so what)
So I got mad and sat on the phone for two hours with Zeke
Like you don't know man I'm strugglin' (strugglin')
What
albums then I'm falling back
So then you never see your brosé slack
I made a pact with promoters that the show stay packed
Moving merchandise, y'all
boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with
rapper at all times
Black Album, Fade to Black greatest of all rhymes
Black panther black standard, that the sage goes by
Black power, black leadership
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still
guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on,
release some freaking EP or an Album stop being a flipping Pussy bruh.
I don’t want a picture with the president, I just wanna talk to the man
Like, I
Yee
The devil tried to come
After my voice man
I can still use that prayer though Even though they taking
The wrong turns and
You know
Finna get em
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man
her to Canal Walk for that max relaxation
Man how I wish every day was a vacation
We living, smoking, chilling, we young, we're driven
By money
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
the ocean
I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man)
You heard it here
new single right there, y'all
It's called "What It Seems"
Featuring Dub-O and
Produced by my man Slim G'z
It's coming out real soon, I had
I had
Double R 2007
We about to launch the buildings on y'all
Y'all already know how I do
I go by the name Swizz Beatz the Monster
Full Surface doing it real
to us, rolls royce man
if you add jazz
to us, tribe called quest
뭐든 we'll be great
because of faith ye
we were pure, and by
the time we lost it,
we were
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
out
Me I’m action oriented
That should be my album title
Dedication and commitment man
That shit is hella vital
The key to success was lost in
a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen
Yeah, this shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets
This album just a biproduct
That's his first album
He start Shoot like a starter
Gripping on pressies
I call that the dead hand
Pop worked in bakeries
Bitch now I'm the bread man
No
and make my choices accordingly
Just flow
Ooou
Yeah
Ooou
Cause nothing lasts forever, how beautiful
Sitting by the seaside
Hoping that you breeze by
And I've
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