Lyrics:
My word is bond
If I said I got 'em then I did that
Said we gon' profit and I did that
My career you wanna follow 'cause I did that
Your favorite
bust em up
With the one-two punch, like servin a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get
or should I meet you there?"
"Shall we let it go?"
"Did you get my message
Cause I looked in vain?"
"Can we see each other Tuesday
If it doesn't rain?"
Did I tell you that I like it
Girl, I like your love
And everything about it
You're all I'm ever thinking of
This is my message
This is my message
and not get neglected
Guessing my presence is threatening
Put you on game and they try to discredit it
Thanks to the Internet we can see racism isn't
always quick to point out all my flaws when I was leaving out yours
Here's a message little girls, little boy
You could be the dirtiest muh'fucker in
But anyway, what's happenin' with my moms?
She gave me a message for you:
She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next
And when I draw the line don't get in the way, I'm paper chasin
Or I'll be cuttin you off like Friday the 13th and I'm Jason
Single don't mingle with
But anyway, what's happenin' with my moms?
She gave me a message for you:
She said she's sorry she couldn't be here today, but she'll be here next
Pray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the door
DMC above like Jason falling to the floor
My mind can carry of a picture perfect
Of my Aunt Mary
she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do to me"
She starts,
ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla
on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done
I can't even remember
My best past retort
I'm in a resort town
At the Hotel Last Resort
Who did I not call
What did I not write
Blue spring,
this ain't my style
You gotta understand some stuff a man can't allow
You better chill before you climb a tree you can't get down
[B SECTION]
Ok,
'cause they comin' out New York
I ain't get a call from you when my mom was in the morgue
Or a nigga needed money, so how the fuck is you my dog?
Got
I only fucked you once
How you gone get the message
I ain't called you in months
Acting like Super Dave with
Them dumb ass stunts
Talking bout girls I
sex-crazed teenage mess
Killed in the climax of debauchery, we learned the hard way
When he came for our lives on the thirteenth day
Did you know my son
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
Sometimes I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I'm
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
To come back, clean it up
Hide some footprints
On the carpet
Right by the door
How, did I, get so far from home
Jump off the roof
Are you sure you'd like
angel your a demon
I can't believe the things I'm seein
Did you read my text message
Letter to my exes
Hope you understand
Don't take advantage
Got
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