Lyrics:
homie
You wish I'd throw you ho's under the bus
You could never be Regina George you bum
You givin Gretchen, Karen
Just play your role
I sit sunny-sided
Okay, I need an album cover, who trying to get paid
I got some raid for who buggin, who trying to get sprayed
Five tabs, but I ain't trying to sell
by a higher system
I was taught that love was having thirty forty b*****
Having money was the only thing to keep me living
Gashhh
Carry weight I need
Mohammed won't go to the mountain then the mountain must come to Mohammed
If you for be bird, be an eagle or falcon
By any means, reminiscing on Malcolm
You
be
Found glitches, I'm so close to financially free
When the album drop, max contract for the features
You ain't mad that up, you mad cause you can't
The hate be all over they face like dermatologists
Put that and this in a pot
Then you let the product mix
Save up for them rainy days
The feds handing out
stress, you be left blind, so read it up in brail
Hard rock's coming but they always come frail
Collaboration produced by Kardinal
Now if you want
Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this
the wire
Can't wait for this year, signs tell me by this time, I'll have a
3.0, DA, Marching Pride, I got an album release and I'm still on the grind
Keep
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be
Seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be
Freeing...wisdom...release
undertaking with vexing aerial points.
Quote: Never meant to be.
By 5:30 it's a coffee and a cigarette, traffic soughing by
in a light but ceaseless rain.
handles the situation haha
They be saying "Kells why you leaving now?
You bounced and never came back around"
Look I'm still in the city I
Just don't leave
make a dime
Cause I'm unemployed, wakin' up at nine o'clock just to write a fuckin' rhyme
I'd rather this be my only job, I'm done flippin' burgers
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
you ugly keep you hands by yo side
But if you not then put em' in the sky
And if you knowin' what it is
There's a party at the crib
Come and party
money stolen by my uncle
Stashed in a shoebox
It be the ones who love you huh
Or so I thought
I wonder what he bought
Half a grand in the stash
For some
Feels like I'm stuck inside a maze
But there's no dead ends just graves
I come from dead ends surrounded by graves
Some of those graves are my mates
the cream shift
Way to hungry with this appetite
Don't care what happens
There on the other side
The grass ain't always greener
Learnt to be my own
2020 is all I see
I'm focused on the vision
Tunnel vision that's on me
Focused at the end goal
Not phased by no fugazzi
I don't need no friends
Can't be
certain
If ya'll tryna go to war I can take you war
(Aye yi shoro)
I already know that's why I'm prepared
I got you d by my side I'm never scared
(I'm
more than two sides
A breather is what it takes to overcome mistakes, knife in my back it’s not the first time, it’s easier than you might find, by being
is blown over
And everything's all by the way
When I grow older
I will be there at your side to remind you
How I still love you
Audience: I still love
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