Lyrics:
Yeah, you know this game
A nightmare sometimes, man
Real talk, we still tryin' to
Live our dreams out though, you know
This lil' nigga named Jamal
a magazine
How long will I sit here
Wait for the man to call my name
The lady behind the glass
She's getting on in age
Light comes in
I'm forced to open both
Then walk through Heaven's Gates
There ain't no black or white
To me they're all the same
We all pray to one God
But call him different names
So we
by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy, who moi?
I am the one with
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart of the cold,
at Osteria Morini
I had the calf's brain
Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train
New year they still love me for my past fame
Like a soccer player call me by
basement, forgetting names and faces
Ass 'n titties on my phone save the contact by location
If I save it at all, walk in the room
Seen the oxygen escaping
ambition like a superstar
Oh that fame
I got a flower that I picked and it says your name
What a beautiful specimen
See I'm glad you came
For my family it's
shade but I'm chillin' by your money tree
Which means getting bread's no problem
Yall' cats need a prayer, call Creflo Dollar
The women never hit you
Yeah they call me a cousin fucker
They got some shitty insults
Can't match me on the track
Because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying
told her, "Chill, Gunther, get in your place"
Tried to call me by my government I spit in her face
Where you know me from?
(Yo, state ya name, ya
different
Now I'm out of state, I'm out of shape
Freed up chilling, grilling by the lake
On the line with Juice's major cake
Flatbush niggas on the paper
They don't wanna see us grow
Stepping down on the edge
Stepping out on the ledge
They don't wanna see us there
They just wanna see us here
Call
question authority, im backed by minority
And in all truth, we be the majority
Sorry man, I just go into rants
I start talking bout noise, then the hours
tug her head and
Press and nip and agitate and shake her
Or call her name or whisper it against her ear,
My breath warm, there were
No words in
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred
Got surprise and a fan base get fame
When I'm tryin' on a part you move a hand shake
Can't wait til my album drop
I'ma cop the money call a super
been getting shady
That trick-ass mark don't call me baby
I'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another man
Then juice will spill
Thought I had
yourself with outs..
Stick to ya guns, stick to ya plans
Stick and hit when ya land, witcha fist and hit a man (boink)
The name of my crew; Dilated Expand
rappers get chumped up
You want to slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up
Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short
You want to book me?
forget (no)
Foreign is pulled on the side of the highway, we fightin' because of a text
I can't forget, no (no)
Thought you was by my side, that was one
"I'll call you Caution, it seems fittin' for your character"
That wild child that run around
Bad at taking rules and always fresh when he run his mouth
out how you been
Before the beans spill
From all the baggage that you came with
It’s all heavy
I hope you left your mans cause he won’t stick
Already
struggle turned me to a man
I had to get it on my own so I got out an got them bands
Say I couldn't and I did it poverty was tryna get me
I was focused
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