Lyrics:
Which makes everything awkward
When you finally meet in person coz
Eventually you bring it up in conversation like yo
You heard the album tell me which
an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and
Didn't write a fuckin'
understand me
When I drop another album and you buy
It help me feed my family
Or when you hit me up to
Get a verse or a beat
This submerged till some realness
step Running all through the aisle
This ain't a freestyle cuz’ it took me a while
But I'm gone light it up tonight cuz’ I run the 8 mile
I got a attitude
Apple cut the check im nike yeah i just do it
I built this brick by brick u see me gaining ground
I'm like pac on these beats the way i get around
Two
be anything then it's that nigga
Album ain't complete until I play the shit for that nigga
And by the smile on his face now it's a wrap nigga
Stop
I'm alive but I'm actually dyin'
Loud but I'm actually quiet
Hurt but I'm tryna stay solid
Prayin' as I speed in this car
Shinin' but it's
couldn't ignore this kid
Because his music was actually so good
And so influenced by that kind like sample-based house
Er and boombap sort of stuff that's
Sifting through weathered photo albums
Looking for gloriously aged Polaroids (does it make a difference? This is the way it is)
You think it
I’m about to go in
I been feeling
Like 2 milli' lately
That’s a million baby
Times 2
(Yeah)
All y’all rappers
Don’t intimidate me
This no understatement
Even when I was 2 I knew I'd be something.
I thank God because without him none of this would be.
When I was 8 I was on my "Worst Behavior."
By the time
it if I'm curious
Yeah, that boy fly kinda like a falcon
And why that mixtape shit sounded like an album?
I got a wardrobe so I be forever styling
down, By now you know our purpose is
To take this scene over, Who the fucks going to stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are
And sampled it dope breaks it come
Some be very left while used by Nouka and Sef
I quote my man I'm swirling G
I'm getting feed from this beef y'all rolling
a fucking Addison Lee (skrrt)
Took her to the Radisson, spent about three
She don't even know my real name, she ask for, D
Her friend yeah, pree dem a pree
a fucking Addison Lee (skrrt)
Took her to the Radisson, spent about three
She don't even know my real name, she ask for, D
Her friend yeah, pree dem a pree
like. Aggressive. Dreamy. Deep. Poppy. Something like all of that, but mixed up and jumbled around. This song is especially notable for the driving bass
Wasn't tryna rap
And I wore a uniform, with a McDonalds cap.
Would you see the ambition that's in my eyes?
Last week was mopping floors, this week it's
started and I'm head hunted by promoters you ain't even getting mail
Funny thing bout this whole shit
Making paradise was a living hell
I don't even have
the white and Blackman was like Satan to me. Listen
I served time got acquitted realize my mind was a prison
Blind to this this system And I was heavily
on the dice.
Glock in my True Religions, My passion of christ.
And I’m running these lights, smoking this dope.
Sold all my albums just like I did with the coke.
more mighty tricks
And i would rather see an album like the one in 96
When i spent practically every morning content
Just to wear your tape out
jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we come this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big
Tricked by my heart with a bluff,
I wish I had one I could trust,
My head and heart rarely cooperate
It felt so good thinking I was in love,
I was
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