Lyrics:
wallet
Money stack up to the ceiling
City of double D
Haven't you gone by it
What you stack up to the ceiling
Money's a devil they tell 'em, but
wonder what they'd do if I walk right up and kissed her
They'll probably just stare, nine dudes, one chick
I ain't tryin to play it fair
This supposed
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued
been used
And it looked like I dipped it in cranberry juice
It looked like I covered my face in tomato ketchup
By the time that I was through
to the boulevard..blessed to be
Fresh...beatboxin' like M&R...flashback..to Cold
Crush...Easy A.D.in...I used tyo rock the tube sox...aye yo, my box
Was
JVC
But that's a compliment
Plus y'all fucking with the realest on the continent
Independent solo content by the boat load album number 1 with no promo
No
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
hurt
Got kicked out my house
Dumped by my girl, but the grind don't stop
Bitch it never will working for no pay
Working everyday living in a basement
Got
As I can this is my calling
This is what I'm here to do
I'm the best and most honest and I'm pure
My next album will chisel off the door
I break through
If I drop an album and no hears does it still make a sound
Is it like a tree in the forest when it falls and no one's around
If I play a show and no
Mack shit
And I'd go for fucking hours yeah nobody matched it
And I ain't gonna lie yeah this shit took some practice
Yeah I'm 10k hours in no cap shit
I see im stronger than even i realize
I did this myself
By myself and i felt pain from physical to heart break
U know that shit that
Make u think
I'm losing even more sleep
Worked on this album every single week
When I be dropping this project you prolly will see
I've been crafting renaissance
before he gets there
I told you I be back
But you'd didn't think happen this quick
'Cause shit, it's been like what, a month since the Chronicles hit?
Well
make a dime
Cause I'm unemployed, wakin' up at nine o'clock just to write a fuckin' rhyme
I'd rather this be my only job, I'm done flippin' burgers
And never will forget my father
Got to look out for my brothers
Half Jamaican, half Barbadian
Never been to the Caribbean
I don't think I use enough seasons
be anything then it's that nigga
Album ain't complete until I play the shit for that nigga
And by the smile on his face now it's a wrap nigga
Stop
and they’d applaud
Without hearing a single word, word
Hop in the whip and swerve, swerve
They wanna hear I’m broke
But I made 20k off of the shirt, shirt
That
The Storm was coming quickly and I know that they wish hell
I'd Rather just be sitting here in peace know I did well
Hard for me to tell u that I'm done when
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my
went
'cause you cannot hide and you cannot run
And most of you niggas will die by the gun
'cause rap is outta control
And everybody frontin' like
scripture was in the plan
Somehow I thought I'd kill it without it
I'll explain it on the second album
Nineteen hits feels like my greatest outcome
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