Lyrics:
you for accepting all my movies and my music
Thank you for an open mind with everything I’m doing
Thank you for tuning with CAGE 86 every time
Thank you
ain't malevolent by gunning you down
That's a simple metaphor, I've never purchased a round
I know what I'm meant for, at least I hope that I know
I hope
Is it still, is it goin'? (Yeah yeah)
(Alright)
so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recordin'?
Alright for the real
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot
to truly understand
How it feels to take flight and never truly land
Keep them in mind, as we travel to the highest heights
And if we use all of our might,
I guess I gotta be gangster to be real
I guess I gotta die to be able to speak
I guess I need to be brainwashed for
The radio to be finding my peace
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
have a very special guest with me
The song you were just listening to
Were from his latest album, For Those Who Waited
A good friend of mine, a talented
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
Once in a while you cross my mind
Can't mind my business yeah
Would you recognize me still right now?
You'd think I'd be better off by now
Love is so
play with her mind, she masturbate in my Porsche
It's simple love, simple math
Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass
Puffin' purple hash, welcome
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
you(Better than you)
I am indeed my own master, that's real-real(Real-real)
《Speak now》(Taylor's version) is the next album(Album)
You have very poor taste,
Nigga's wuteva...it's only the real that they recognize by the real
And since you don't recognize you know the deal
How I feel? I don't know emotions get
By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras
(To me, it's what I see
To you, it's what you do)
Phryme!
Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
With her straight down and her pride real high
And her six inch heels when she walk by
Let's not move too fast let's take it slow
Where you wanna go
get a simple beat get you to killy in a frilly dilly dress well silly billy for rilly the dilly is me b-real and Seal gonna dress up as cops impersonate
a simple beat get you to killy in a frilly dilly dress well silly billy for rilly the dilly is me b-real and Seal gonna dress up as cops impersonate them
that I ain't tryna fake
Quiet ass fans be the loudest when it's time to hate
When it's time to ride; nothin but empty promise by my side
All these albums
Got heated and she said it’s because how great my conscience is
I don’t have a calendar because my mind a constant list
Eat my steak simple I don’t add
the glove
You know what to do
As I cruise it feels like a vacation
Mind on calm and my pulse not racing
Breathe on yoga
I practice meditation
My shoulders
the glove
You know what to do
As I cruise it feels like a vacation
Mind on calm and my pulse not racing
Breathe on yoga
I practice meditation
My shoulders
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