Lyrics:
for any mood
Now Rasky how you take get deal pass me
I no know wetin Kenny’s dem hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you
that deed everything u own
(Ya) Bloodline too, if u don't use codes
Get caught, stick to the G code
They don't need to know, who put U on
For all they
a Tech9nine Skeme
Westside Gunna Butchered by Benny Freddie
Was a runna with Kung Fu Kenny
Organized Konfusion of a Freestyle Fellowship
Jedi Mind Tricks
They say imitations the sincerest form of flattery, that's flattering
But the way y'all follow me, I'm flabbergasted by your fallacy
Fuckin fake
did
Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succumb to yours
And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'ed it
We grew up, grew
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
Do I gotta explain
Why Y'all songs be plain
18 nd I'm on my second car while y'all hoes getting by via train
How could you not see
All my money
album so good bouta climb to new heights
Everybody know our names everybody know we shine
Everybody want our tracks but like Ed I ain't got the time
I be
story beach house, let's throw a party
F!?#ed up in the head, I don't know what happend
I have nightmares and I wake up laughing
With a bottle of Tequila,
was taken from me by a system aimed to defame me
When I get basically me too'ed by my bride to be
Mother of my baby its a crazy world and its also
fortnite
Spotswood most hated I know that's right
I'm not going no fucking where
Talk shit then be mad
When you're dragged by your hair
Y'all thirsty for
I've forgotten my pride
Sometimes I don't want to know if I'm wrong or I'm right
When I'm trying to keep control of this monster inside
I hella been
appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
It's
MacGyver brow
I'm five minutes from perfect timing I'm like the price is down
A highroller, Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one
son'ed the whole K-Pop industry
The moment I started, on Father's day they call me dad
I'll put out an album and win an award
And then say, "Ok, cool",
when I'm back, fuck rap
I got this white bimbo
I been the voice of the street
I mean the voice of the roads
Ask Kenny, he knows
And I gave hope
Well, first and foremost
Be wary of the show boats sending you the wrong notes
Let 'em call you slow poke don't you know most of this stuff
Is just
on the shits since I came up out the womb
Yeah
Yeah you know that I ain't missing
Man up on a mission
Hitting all bitches
Feel like Kenny Griffin
Yeah you better
don't
Want to be near you
Don't want your snippets hate your
Album or your headshots
It's ED OG in the black-fitted Red Sox
Thuggin' the streets but you
album of mine
This the beginning of something that's gonna evolve
Haters they hatin' they want me to fall
Planning to show all the non-believers
I also
Listen to my old albums, I don't have another word to say
It's been all my life and I've been workin' on my communication
Still no peacemaker, know
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
the Crypt.
I met Ghetts when I was fourteen, lost touch.
By sixteen, I'd linked up with Ghetts again
Rolling with The Movement and started doing sets for
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