Lyrics:
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
Come figure it out
Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about
If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route
The people who made me came from the South
Mama
to me
Didn't fit the recipe probably a little spicy
Appealing to the masses requires seasoning lightly
Felt like the kid that was ditched at the prom
By
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
wage, shit i'm rich
Aye
Aye
Aye
Bitch
Aye
Bitch, aye
Never had shit like J.I.D.
I ain't tell you where i'm from but you know who it is
Im feeling dope
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
far from finished aha
Ima stop it here this just a intro this a taste
Fuck play that album you gonna play
This album replay this album where my mutants
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
the get go
It doesn't come by surprise that she got too attached now she don't wanna let go
They was predicting my movements I had switch up had to come
fuckin' his baby mum, in the living room, with his son (yeah)
If three man try link up and do a album
It's not gonna sound like this
Tryna sound like
From the album the hurdy gurdy man
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking fine,
Proud as any woman should be, proud of womankind.
My, your hair
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
You gotta see it to believe it
Believe you're achieving what you been reaching for
You're not defeated by your demons
I know the feeling, you gotta
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
purchase the album
It's not that I don't understand it
I know it's a business
I'm stuck in the middle like Malcolm
I'm realer than that, though
Go deeper
you'll take your time to craft your first album
Your family tells you that it's great, but you start to doubt 'em
You get anxious that your fans won't like
against me, boy
When I got you by a slide? (Prrr)
Let's do a deeper dive into your shit life (Paow, paow)
You got no ride, no sex drive, it all died (Whoo)
This Time Next Year
WrittenÃ'Â by Babyface, David Foster,
Toni Braxton(2001 from the album Ã'"SnowflakesÃ'")
Performed by Toni Braxton
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