Lyrics:
a photo, let me be your Toto
Let me show you good times, Teo the truest
A big nigga, no Emmanuel Lewis
We outside in a Maserati, constant vibin'
Cops come by
Yeah! Ladies and gentlemen
I wanna thank you for dropping by
You've been listening to
The soundtrack to my life at thirty five
A slice of my mind,
the stu and spits his damn mind
That's talent, That's generational
Y'all like groupies watching his every move)
If my album don't drop
Prolly got caught by
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
our chains dangle (yeah)
And before the theatre in my crib, it was plain cable (mm)
Oh, are you lame, ain't you? (Yeah)
And if you lame, you stay
an album, its my life in sequence
God damn
I'm waking up and everyday I'm in hell
My nigga's tell me sober up but I don't want too oh well
I'm not okay can
about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
on an album it's
A lot fucking progress in the north
Im feeling higher than
The mother of the north
I'm Looking higher than the north
Don't forget it I'm one
Like music enthusiast Omo wetin dey play
Ladies man unlike you wey men dey straff
I dey see toto pass who dey peep where girls dey baff
When it come
the
I'll make you my wifey
I almost got chosen by both of the Olsens
But i was toto busy chasin Lindsay Lohan
I got it
You need it
I serve it
You eat
it cost, i got it
Ay yo I go by the name of the problem
I wanna thank my fans
For supportin' my albums
Look, y'all went and got 'em
I appreciate that
shit all up out that basement
Look I did it by myself, never needed help
Told them once I do this shit they all can go to hell
Man y'all never helped me
aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung
aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word),
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
today I was raised with some morals
I mix it in with this lyricism chop it up like I'm Zorro
Wizard with the rhymes representin' Kansas member Toto
to
Stay the label and management then
Decided to build our
Band up the grass-roots route they put Hayley
On Fueled by Ramen not making
It known she was
Manipulated by common thought to change you think you'd better not
You're terrified (don't be afraid) for they can't cross you're palisade
And now it's time
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
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