Lyrics:
dreams
My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby
Fuck is a friend? If I've been feelin' fuck my brother, lately
Clutchin' my pistol in that
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
We were drinking and having times down by the ocean
Thought of running away, but don't we all?
We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous
days, don't ever judge a book by a page
That could be a cover up if you ain't looking that way
But what can I say, everything happens for a reason
Time
auspicious,
He who took up arms on that day,
Would become famous but short lived.
His body begins to twist and turn,
His flesh revolves within his skin,
His
that I done it
I got em sick to they stomach
I count my hoes by the dozen
Shawty been mad
Lately i'm pushing her buttons
I've just been hot like a oven
Dealing with self-beneficial plans and the movement he's with
Illuminati, or whatever the fuck they go by
They're the reason real shit happens, and we don't
thou shall not be afraid
Yet they motivate you by fear
They just wanna get paid
Its really fucking clear
How they manipulate you this way
If you don’t
Those who look up to me, ask me why I'm not famous
Only logical explanation everybody be hating
I used to hate the new artist, or dislike their
of the most famous jazz pianists in the world"
I said, "I think I may have heard of him
Or maybe I'm getting him confused
With the chain food restaurant Bob
would hurt you
I keep forgetting I'm famous
Out in public doing dumb shit like I'm a nobody
If you'll leave you leave for sure
I don't wanna hear no
Mountain Landis
Kenesaw said drop that glove
Or I swear by God above
I'll make you regret playing baseball
And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw
Yeah, yeah, can't be so attracted to your team
Nigga run the fastest in this league
Ooh, never switchin' sides (yeah)
See my vision, let it by
I
Franklin
Lookin' like I'm famous, Rollie all stainless
Uncle Larry Juice by the cases
She knew it was me from the pricey-ass fragrance
Real 90's baby, I
touched by Jerry Sandusky
Groupies busty
Vinyl dusty that inspire the lines
Wes, you go to your girl house
I'll go to mine
That’s 87 Eric and Ra
No maybe
to my gang.
Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous
I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas
I had to manifest this, Hatin
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
fuck it, c'est la vie
I'm always stickin' right by my friends until it's rest in peace
Grippin' on my mic til' the end
When they gon' let me sing
I'm
the paparazzi little bitch I will feel invaded
If you point that camera on me bitch I'm gonna take it
Told my momma I'mma make it I'mma take it I'll be famous
you're in charge of fate
You're gonna make me famous like that's what I wanted in the first place
Now you're talking at me like I've never done this
much makeup on the faces of our pre-pubescent daughters?
Dudes are acting macho and they don't know why
A famous never-written motto is that "boys
me when I'd say hi
But enough of that, she's in my past
Hope that by now she wasn't my last
I know that none of you even asked
But this is my tape,
more hands on, ain't no way I get these calluses off
Skate grip, only 'cause they shape-shift
Famous for the fallacies, we been watchin' matadors
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
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