Lyrics:
keep shootin' like I'm
Flippin' thru the channels tunechi
I'm a residue rapper, potato chip crack daddy
You cockroach rhyming i spit that
And while I'm
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
the realist and he chose today
I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit
But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded
Really caught
I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers comin' up that are nutty with the flow
But convince
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..
[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
Catch me like in a fool and a donkey
All in one, in regatta (¿qué bolá?)
Yeah, they hot, yeah, they fire
But even the devil knows I'm hotter ay, dios
See
ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim the hit at you
Method
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
I'm the sub-total of my ancestors
I carry their DNA
We are representatives of a long line of people
And we carried them around either with
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
But shit, ain't no money like fast money
Even today I'm considered a crash dummy
A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward?
My accolades
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
out, like a gorilla
When I was tore, I figure my, out the house of mirrors
I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression
I'm just there
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
it all, fancy cars
Yeah the newest shit came a long way
Riding round on my Buick shit
Win by any means who said it best?
Kobe Bryant mind-state
I'm
out of control, you just another rapper dude playin' a roll. I'm eclectic, eccentric, thrift store expensive. You just want to mention you ain't this
luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's
Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself
I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself
Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't
Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest
Uh, yeah
Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representin' BK
[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, why'know?
When I do
me
This time could be what
We've both been searching for
Our whole lives waking up
I'm coming back for more
(Leave your baggage behind, you
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
scratchin' dilligent sentences backwards
Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction
Now I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest
Gamblin' Benjamin
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