Lyrics:
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
calculated move by far
Always with a model and a fly car
Thirty-thousand for the Python, rockin' knee high, drinkin' white wine
Listening to In My Lifetime
now I'm styling
Heard this shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mix tape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
The force of every man drawn by horse of the caravan
No support for the vagabond
Breaking the fragile bond of our cultural legacy
We land upon a new identity
(Screwed) PURPLE LABEL
So niggas want to know the story
Why the label got changed from
Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty?
Where Dre at man? Why isn't
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
for teaching me that
Money is easy to make, but hard to keep
As far as my nigga 'Los, I love him
He showed me you can do a dope album with no budget
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking
the song
I actually did not know that it would get to
The point that grandmothers are
Talking about it
You know? Like why did I give
Them that level
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
in the wind
Hammer smashing by the hacksmith
Tell me how did the mammoth go extinct
Order by the gavel in the courthouse
Made it heard
Sentence into
Check out the star, I'm fly by far
There's no soul searching, I know who I are
Electrical scooter, when I crashed the car
I'm all for the green whether
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
a violator of the middle school ways
School of hard knocks don't know why she didn't play
How we come so far
How we come so far yeah
How we come so far
How we
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
at the lowest point of your life
And thats okay
Thats why for this album there is no specific niche
I did not limit this album to one sound bc I don't perceive
adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
caravan
Everyone said he was best by far
He played in Paris and Berlin
In London when the fog rolled in
You could hear him strumming through the night
Some
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
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