Lyrics:
to thank
Everything you are about to hear
Came out of my soul
It's been a long time coming but
If you know you know
Let's get it
We about to, we about to
We
gettin' by
Wouldn't even be taking this shit if DeShaun didn't die
Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose Proof so you use
There's new rules, it's cool if
the ones you've forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth (arf, arf)
Got my dogs covered (uh)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's
might
Just dance
These days
Thinking
About the outcome
These days They only care
About the album
Need New Voice
Like Powder
Now we really talking power
Making her wanna escape, attention it's a bad habit
Ain't that bad til' you figure her age
Dismissing her age as soon as niggas click on her page
Her
them years but
It's funny how God chose her
Thing about change is it
Don't happen till you ready for it
If you change for people when They're around is
a furnace
Im getting dizzy just thinking about the world turning
Gotta watch out for them demons they always be lurking
Know they got you hypnotized like
of spitting facts
Love to watch it stack
Watching W's and M's
I ain't worried about the stacks
But we run up the numbers
If you care about the stats
cnd all I
in ma sleep
I need you by ma side I hope you never lemme down
I hope you really feel the same about me en ma tight game
Go ahead en show me love
La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la
If my soul was in a novel
You'd read the pages front to back
Scribble notes and savor every word
Making
of
Intimidation escalates when you're stained with King's blood
Braced by the pain, laced with propane in my veins
Suckas refrain when I flame, yall I ain't new
that you no longer care for dude
(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my shit) That's right
(Sensitive about my shit)
Ay dog...
Is that you...
You know who you sound like?
Well
I can't help it
Im just a lyricist
From the mid west
Who sounds white
But
Every time I
The formula late to work
And i'm a count the seconds
I promise
I'm about my commas
Fuck you llamas
And the trauma
Man that shit killing me the truth
Your honor
my girlfriend,
You're just another link, I don't care what you think
When I die, don't bury me, burn me,
By the way things are goin', I might die
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
defies, my eyes got me runnin' over lines
I never thought that we could make it
Now you got me overthinkin'
Searchin' all your pages you see seen
Never
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
Here's a song about sitting in a dark room Losing track of your mind
Here's a song about sitting in a dark room Knowing you're really lost this time
Who the fuck you are you tryna act like the shit?
Wrote an album bout yourself and you still cry like a bitch
Rapping bout your fuckin problems as if
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
know I?m selfish at times but bottom line, move around if that ain?t how you get down
Plus my album coming out real soon, I?m in the studio daily tryna
(?Cause my whole album ain't about ice)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, when I'm on stage my
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