Lyrics:
Big here, Dre gone, moved on
(Scratched) Big here, Dre gone, moved on
Changed names from Aquemini to Purple Rib-bon
My first album slept on, failed
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
Even when I was 2 I knew I'd be something.
I thank God because without him none of this would be.
When I was 8 I was on my "Worst Behavior."
By the time
Y'all know damn well I wasn't lettin' you niggas down
Just to sit back and watch you led by these fuckin' clowns
Four albums in, niggas still talking this
Not quite sure if i worn this shirt before
If the light thats on my door is sunset or sunrise
I just know its not you thats by my side
Where did
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
happened behind the curtain?
It hurts so much you don't even know
This might be the end for you
Because once this album's out everyone will know the truth
am set out or intending to make the biggest mistake in my life I literally want this album to be the worst thing I have ever made n I don’t know if
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
of the booth
My mental health steady dipping people think it's a fluke
I'm not okay
But I keep a smile on my face
Being a quitters not an option I think that's
now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
John Rambo
Covered up by the state
False apologies, false apologies
Covered up by the state
The silence is crippling
False apologies like it's nothing
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
now they wanna ride
(And) now they wanna slide, blow bali in the ride
But it's only room for this cali by my side
And Cali by my side when I'm fuckin
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
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