Lyrics:
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
sheets
It could happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter
As you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November
That's twenty years of memory
And that's assuming I'ma live that long
If I don't
Don't cry 'cause I
you attainable
The way you crooked need a retainer hoe
Hold on bitch calm down I ain't captain save a hoe
Got me a bitch like Diana Ross, other one
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
'Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit
fuckin cut
Hit him with the uppercut
No, Komodo dragon
Had to, fire the nigga
Over here like I'm the boss and shit
Moving back & forth Rick Ross'n shit
was fine
By the time we hit Glasgow, baby we were in a fight
Yeah-ha
Yeah
Yeah-ha
Yeah
Yesterday was Tuesday, Diana knows it so well
From
yo tools get loose
Hit the lil bitch from the back no caboose
Sniper as long as the neck on a goose
Dirty Diana but she really clean
Boy I was
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
Or the feeling that you're falling
But you never hit the ground—
It just keeps on rushing at you
Day by day by day by day...
You don't know
You don't know
What
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
to me"
He puts his hands on my head and said "I live through you
Make hits continuous, this is what we do
I know it might be strenuous and times is hard
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
spitting it, whether I got a hit or not
I hit it with the whip, they notice it when they hit the rock
I'm just a cocaina chemist
Cooking, chopping
and became an educator
Still rhyming all the time, improvising on a dime
Pushed to new heights as Ross pushed along the crossfader
Born. To. Live
Life. And.
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
that we’re always here,
Just hit us on the phone, or send a letter like Aunt Diana,
No matter what your zone, we’ll do whatever we can,
Chorus:
Baby got
young, River Phoenix
Sometimes the good survive, Diana Ross
When I was a young man
I wanted to live and breathe inside a song
Well how 'bout this one?
talker no tricks
Its the funniest shit, finally the money up
And print on the kid and the planet hit skids
Livin' in a valley of flames like "I win"
in the place?
I hit the liquid and started drippin' into space
Hublot tickin', blowin' kisses at your baby
Have fun, shotkilla like Mike
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