Lyrics:
fuck what you sayin' to me?
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Backstabber on your resumé
Yee, yee, cappin' and you ain't even got your rent
cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, aka '88, Cook Coke
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
no pink
Yeah it's hot outside, you can catch it by the pool Dolce glasses on, laid back out of tune
Twerking with my bitches on a yacht, hella mean
And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time-machine, come back with a vengeance
You should go study my analytics
I shouted people
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams
I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free
Free from being held back by public opinion
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
and my dog wants you back (hahaha)
Shannon Elizabeth wants me back (Hahahahahaha)
Its true guys she loves me
News 11 This just in Shannon Elizabeth does
master took you travelling
Well, at least that's what you said
And now, do you come back to bring
Your prisoner wine and bread?
You met him at some
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
Holly-Hollygrove, won't you go on and stand (Hollygrove, yeah)
Up and make these motherfuckers understand (yeah)
I say, "Look, coach, you pitching at me underhand"
got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (Condas)
I might piece him up and let my
and bringing my family back together
Thank you for good friends in my time of weakness to make me feel better
Thank you for helping me finish this album
Holly-Hollygrove, won't you go on and stand (Hollygrove, yeah)
Up and make these motherfuckers understand (yeah)
I say, "Look, coach, you pitching at me underhand"
Pre>this is reported to be played with open tuning but what tuning
Exactly I don't know. I have created a simple version which
Gets me by. it
Yo, this motherfucking My Version of It
Pass that motherfucking bowl
You know I can't flow without some motherfucking weed
You know what I'm sayin?
to the sand
Your self assurance breaking away
You cover it up by tightening the bands
Curse the things that set you astray
Doubts now cover your mind
Again
a boss do
Pimp enough that I can pay for law school
I was raised by a O.G. one
Talk to me like I'm Obi Wan (boy)
Business moves, you know we don't
and never looked back once
And ya'll trying to chase me
You don't innovate because you can't innovate
It's not a choice despite what you might tell your
my pay-ins
To see the world move without you feel like a daydream
Kool-Aid stands, Band-Aids wrapped around your beautiful hands
Protect me from
the bar
cin't no average ghetto man, this aint making the band Caint no other man do it like me, take this number put the tab on me Still in the back
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
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