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Out the Trunk

Busta Rhymes

The Ecology

2015

Word to Migos, I move words by the kilos
I used to moved birds with my amigos
High supply my wealth
No iPhone app I apply it myself
Your album got

done by an M I’s guy
If there’s ever been a rap this fly
It had to be done by an M I’s guy

Yes aii
The name Ice Prince Zamani
And tonight I got

and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But

happened to Reason
He was touched by a God I gave him the plate now he eating (eat up)
I’m not some old bitter nigga name dropping ’cause I need them
I don’t

fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score

I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums

what's revered
By the the people who watch Akria
They anit know right but they stare
At the beginning of my new era
To clever
Who ever stepping over

home
Cold outside as if is Moscow 
Wrote my album and then left home 
Now I'm dreaming into uni 
Perplexed thinking how Imma do this 
All goals complex

put the city on the map and that is my oath
This my first album murdered y’all on my arrival
Your holiness is present amongst all his disciples
Anytime

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

the tre with Alex
So inspired by all of these blacks staying in mansions
Time passed, my congrats on graduations and marriage
Same time got me reminded i

Always knew I had a gift
I would battle at the school
Pops laced me with the music
I had albums by the spool
This when rapping wasn't cool
It was frowned

naar je fam
Mijn nigger Bems, die heeft een kleine Benz
Dus ik moet harder rennen
Voor die motherfucking bands
Ik ben super streng, mijn album stond op

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

Riding round the city with the homies wit my shirt off

When I was younger white teacher told me scrub the dirt off

Looked her right in the eyes

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored

Chanel

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

desperately wish you had
See, it's the way you make up songs and you belt 'em out in the shower
Then tell me you'll write my album, you'll have it done in

I've been smoking too much recently
On a buzz from the trees
Walk a city and a sea
To empty houses full of weeds
Crash the night like a chandelier

It's just Me, Myself and I upon this lonely road
But bruddah I'm still getting by
I'm tryna make it home
I don't know why they're moving sly
When I

l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d’cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Drive by Aventador

la city, tu troppo light
Sei soft nella tuta Nike, sta voce è il mio copyright
Come Bounty mo sei in danger zone
I rapper chiedono pietà, sì come

I've been ridin through the city in
The dark while it's lifeless
Inside this car is where I
Found my fucking light switch
Stopped doing stupid shit like

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran