Lyrics:
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
npc's
Say I never put in work
When I got over ten cd's
Doing nbd's can't believe
I have to say this but
Paid bots is not getting streams
All the critics
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
gone leave
And I'ma stay
You gone work
And I'ma play
I'ma go get some pay
I been uh
Getting stronger by the day
And the money longer yuh
No more eating
Well we finished up the record
And we think that it's the shit
And we want it to go huge
But to play it off legit
And the guy in A&R's got the CD
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
drum tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i'll never stop thrustin
Into your system, so just listen
I'm like
the 18th horror concept
I'll meet those men that Jeff Bass tells a tale in the track
Watch your step, ‘fore ya both legs ripped off by the chainsaw
While
some off
They come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get number
Blockbusting, like making love, I never stop thrusting
Into your system so
name chain, diamond chips crips style
With the magic bracelet, sweat with your case swiss
Athletic chick who run track
Hey miss, pleasure's all mine
family at
Deep up in the country homie where people be burnin' trash
Rollin' by, feelin' hella good, I been up in Inglewood
Since Paul Pierce went
Puttin in work
Gettin' Fast money
On the 15th and 1st
Fragrant bouquet
The finest fine pine
High times
Dope fiend tracks
And opium in nice smooth stacks
what
At YTC O FYI this DC CD's DIY
In NYC we LOL ASAP OK THX BYE
Working on the next album, working on the next cut
The track about X-Men cartoons with
better get another vick to work with, or quit
Cause I'm on some ol' L shit
Capable of murder but I never committed
Taking no shorts so you better forget
from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
of this 'cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by something said not to look
But I
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
of this 'cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by something said not to look
But I
des CD Rom en batch
I'm feelin pitiful en masse
But I been ready pour ma place
But damn it's fuckin wack, shit
The game is turnin plastic
So I'm
the rack suit, Hazmat
Suitcase full of brass tacks
Job interview might coulda had a laugh track
Must've smelled a rat, or the Gorilla Glue
Cheap shoes
Either
before Snapchat.
No Twitter, no IG, please, just vinyl, no CDs, no downloads, mp3s, just me and GOD.
It’s past time we kick the devil to curb.
Real men
so high
I'm just tryna get by
Making ends meet on a minimum wage
Stuck inside systematic cage
Work life balance a luxury
There's no time for recovery
own, just hard to conceive
That you on the right track, out pursuing that knowledge
But a few years back I couldn't see you in college
You was all out
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