Lyrics:
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that
finally stand up
They built a new forest today
And the ocean's a little bit bluer
The man two doors down is a surfer
But I can look at all this any time
us in mind
Sparing every moment you were able
Multitasking marriage
Fatherhood and a collar
Bluer than the skies above
The clouds above you, Father
the game like Alan Parish
Applied tariffs on all the goods that you pedal
Take the combined average
And, put us side by side
See I'm divine savage
Aye
(Monster Crack)
1986 - return of the horror flicks
More deadly than _The Omen_, a killer and a showman
Like the devil in _The Excorcist_
But this
ourselves
In, that little four-wall space, man
Get up in the vocal booth and
Become whoever you wanna be
Express whatever you wanna feel
You know what I mean?
mine
I'll be on the grind
I I I'll be on the grind
I ain't talking rentals when I say
That budget on my mind
Ten percent I do repent
I spend more than
I woke up today
With a smile on my face
I’m gonna contribute
To the human race
Sunrise, blank canvas
By evening, it’s art
And if I fall a little
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
Hamtramck, got the panoramic camera
Xanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hat
I'm smellin' like a damn mechanic
With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson
a little bluer
By the time I get back home
cin't that the way you like me?
Yeah the way you like my eyes
When you look at me like that
I've got no place
of background on
The Blues and say what it is
Like, there are six cardinal colors
And colors have always come to
Signify more than simply
That particular shade
Glory (Come a little closer now)
That's what I have been chasing
(Goin' higher than the sky)
So i was trying to find
somewhere to belong
Moving place
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
on my penis (whatchu mean by that?)
Ho-ho, when I chose to be a, never lovin' no hoes, never goin' there
But I'ma shoto, can get everything, I rock
Ain't nobody in the room high as me
All by myself but I'm seeing 3's
All em' say you wanna be like me
Michael Jordan Jackson Tyson
All em' say you wanna
Cause nowadays, little black boys don't get no justice
Instead, they get profiled, stereotyped, devalued, and taken from us
Now, take it from us
That
Pussy this aint yall street
Cole imma make you proud
Imma fuck up Wall Street
I know that your plan was bigger
Than the World we all see
Let me come back
of the action
Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson
But I can't fade to the tag-alongs
That want me to drag em on
Frontin like
as a skunk, she high than a plane
I tried to tell her stay home, but she wanna come out tonight
She said that she wanna go out, alright
She coming back
lasting, rather than
Make something that, you know
Will get to radio, or, will be
Something that people listen to right
Now, and then maybe goes away later
I
producing slaps from both sides
I'll make my home in this game we call entertainment
Drop a little EP for a down payment
Growing up I never said that I want
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