Lyrics:
By sharing thoughts I hope
To find a little peace here
I thank Allah for blessing me
To be creative
So here's a diss for me
For bein'
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
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
here tearin' it down
Yeah, it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This
here tearin' it down
Yeah, it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This
heart for free
Are you feeling down? Have you lost control?
Is your life a mess? Do
Your friends despise you?
Well, here's one weird trick
Discovered by
some guys that made it big
Now hand me that bottle called fame
Ima bout to take a big ol swig
Here we go
Now I'm fired up
Spittin all these verses
But I
here
Ayo
This game is all I ever wanted from
The second I heard that 50 album, I kinda felt like this shit is what got me hooked
Illmatic, Mathers
to the best of both worlds
R. Kelly, Chi-Town
Let's just start frontin on 'em right away
(C'mon Jay)
I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga big boy drop
We be
Welcome to the best of both worlds
R. Kelly
Chi-Town
Let's just start frontin' on 'em right away (c'mon Jay)
I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga
that it died
Here's the story of the stricken killed by the poultrygeist
Though he only had a little hope to start with
All is being lost as the target
Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
on till the break of day
If I didn't make it clear ladies stay away from here
It'll be an hour and a half away.
I'm a-gonna have a
Big job, a-pickin'
on till the break of day
If I didn't make it clear ladies stay away from here
It'll be an hour and a half away.
I'm a-gonna have a
Big job, a-pickin'
about my home town
I'm from the LDN there's no forgetting that
And the big UK I stay reppin that
[chorus]
You love that
You tell me you don't love that
or something like that
You know, it's like damn, big status now, dawg, you know what I'm saying
With The Weeknd? Goddamn, dawg
And then Notey over here, you
dot six Range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
& Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
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