Lyrics:
abide by rules, you hating
But then you gotta fake it just to
Make it and say I'm the fool
Please, I'm comfortable with my
Style of music that's why I
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
depression at all
A worldwide pandemic
A few attempts later
Now that little boy is a music creator
Album ain't done
I just put out this single so y'all can
this far
They told me they was fam but did me like Uncle Scar
Looking at wolves and sheep and couldn't tell them apart
Isolated by the world, cast out
diss me in my zone
See i'm way farther then fed up cuz i've been prone
To getting attacked by dumb bitches that
Cannot own
Their own shit
So they gotta
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Where y'all at? Make some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin' noise
Say insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I
a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music
Black
But your album sound like you give
Your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um
Say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's like
[Hook]
One love
One music
One people
One
one, and
And umm, thank you, for everybody else who supported the album and I wanna say thank you so much again and I just can’t, thank y’all enough,
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
frosty
That's why you only get one chance to cross me
(Drip so saucy, oh)
Three different chicks, one caramel mocha coffee
Heaven help me, oh
'Cause
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
sometimes
And then I realize
That You're by my side
When I started the last album I just wanted to rap
But it became daunting in fact when I got lost in track
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
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