Lyrics:
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
and then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you...
Let a woman in your life,
and you're up against a wall,
make a plan and you will find,
that
money
Rap money, tech money, flex money
What's next? You funny
Me, myself, I'm the illest alive
I could do a whole album on how it feel to survive
My
and insecurities
Or your secret stash of triple x movie streams
If the flies on the wall could talk it'll be ugly
If the flies on the wall could talk it'll be over
built so high
We would talk for hours
Until I learnt why
We learnt all the truths and we promised not to lie
As we sat upon the walls that you built so
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
he talks to the part of us
Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls.
In that moment poetry will be made by everyone
And there will be
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
And sometimes when I'm reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they'll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again
And I wish I
can't get this done on my own
Build a wall to go crash into
I just wanna do right by you
Think your patience is wearing off
If you go, you know I'll
the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
To end up,
the grazing of knees, yeah
I like the sound of skin touching
Hands fumbling, you do as you please
I like the sound of back on the wall, yeah
Shelves
nobody care about how you feel, we want raps, nigga"
Grandma's passing
But I'm too busy tryna get this fuckin' album cracking to see her
So I
history
If these walls could talk
They'd tell the story of dad
And his thousand little victories
If these walls could talk
You'd hear the story from mom
scared and I was lonely
No one by my side; to wipe my tears no one to hold me
If these walls could talk they'd tell my worst fears
Knife in my hand; loaded
of clean pistols to wash 'em out
I'm really finna give yo ass some hotter shit to talk about
The goons hit the room now you asking what's this all about
Bitch I'm all up in it come and get it
You could never get rid of it
Every bit of it in this motherfucker
Like I'm in the middle of little Italy
A lot
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
and then I remembered they were still probably at dinner
and anyway
I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody
but the snowflakes were so
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
and then I remembered they were still probably at dinner
and anyway
I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody
but the snowflakes were so
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