Lyrics:
knocks of 78
I'm not impressed by degrees
Hook ups store bought accolades
Or if you're holding weight
What impresses me is community
Great love, talent
years strong I've been rocking the stage
Had a show planned for the anniversary date
But the world as we know is all under a plague
This album is lemonade
It's just Me, Myself and I upon this lonely road
But bruddah I'm still getting by
I'm tryna make it home
I don't know why they're moving sly
When I
selfish baby
No more pictures or the wedding rings
Cause I'm moving on to the better things
No more stressing over little things
Working on an album cause I
the ones who know
I'm taking my time, go slow
Keeping it C minor, low
I mean low-key
He paid with his blood, so no fee
Second album, it's degree
Most
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I do this shit with ease
Man, everything I ever made a fuckin' masterpiece
I'm
Pflaster, das Blaulicht flackert durch die Jalousien
Die Cops haben Seyed auf dem Schirm, als ob sie mein Album stream'n
Begleitmusik zur Blockatmosphäre,
Frankly, I'm disappointed, I'm appalled
And brother I am unbelievably hurt by the fact
That you have morphed into something to me, that's not real
Gangsters im Unterhemd, der Bulle rennt, guck, er rennt
Drive-By vom Benz aus, deine Gang bang ich auch
Ich nehm die kugelsichere Weste und die Panzerfaust
album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best
erzählen?
Eure Melancholie zieht vielleicht bei Mädels
Aber nicht bei mir, man
Tausend Rapper mit beschissener Beatwahl
Wieso fragt ihr nach files by Bennett?
to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still
rocking microphones
Sin, sin
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes,
Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders
[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around
version
Which was on the album Inner Circle
But this song is called Recreation
What? Recreation, recreation, recreation
I don't think- I don't think you
and breathes
Is written on an album sleeve
She can tell you who's hot
Who will make it and who will not
[Chorus:]
She loves to hear the music
She's got
to get higher, come ride
I will fly you
[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky
I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
My
Young Rome
1st album
I'm here now
Yo yea
Let me get at y'all for a second
Yo I spit like no other
I let my flow smotha
Cities and burrows
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
belong in your mouth though
Firm like you got the clout hoe
Heard you can't even run your own household
And if your life was an album, this would be
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