Lyrics:
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
to my mama
Always been there through my pain and traumas
been by my side you never felt fear mama
I always take a knee for you muzimai wanga
Taught me how
was say hey, I got my own equipment, let me just make love album, so there's a purpose. That's why we got wings on pyramid.
Raw dog, just like that
Fuck that, always strapped
New phone, who this?
Sit back, sip Chris
Her nips, might slip
It's lit, don't miss
But she
me
20 past 11 train
Heading back to better days
Back to all my boo's that left me
Far from an elevate
Back to more than average pay
But that won't stop
Hi Chris, its Stanley and Sam's mom, you know on Upper Valley
Hey Chris, I miss you stop by when you come to Cleveland
I hope all is well
How's your
Never been a toss up still askin' me to drop
Y'all be on that Chris Paul all I see flops yeah
Catch me at the top yeah
1909 standin' tall awe yeah
All
Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's
by the morning’s first light
Got to be getting on
One side of an album, babe
No time for breakfast, babe
I’ll be your once in a while
I’m back
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
not a threat
"Icon figure? yes, I've met him"
Didn't need school, I failed the prelims
A guy like me don't need a mind controlled by government like
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga
Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
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on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga
Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it
Ruth's Chris steak is on your plate
Ride with me why would you wait
This a tsunami not a wave
It always feels like its the Spring
By the way I make it rain
like I'm triple platinum
Triple platinum, Triple platinum, Triple platinum
Me and HOV back and forth, like I'm triple platinum
Triple platinum, I'm
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
fucking dicked by me you know
Fuck you and your homies stupid hoe
Everywhere I go there is a crow
So you know when I be there you get down low low low
Bitch
never fatter
Whippin up new shit, mixin up the batter
Every time I come by, opposition shatter
Everybody complimenting me, im so flattered
Gotta keep
back to no basic
Cause all these bitches playing
If they keep on tempting me I'm going super saiyan
I'm balling way too hard I feel like Chris Paul
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