Lyrics:
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
Circle mother fuckers, are you gonna just (Ride)
All my peoples on Knee-deep, you know we just (Ride)
All my peoples on the hill, how you feel, just
and bump it on your desktop
We are the statement of this generations hip-hop
The McFadzen family meals will swap
Bowtied Media will think this is a bop
So
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
fun nisinyi laise
Orisha akunle bo
See this life wey we dey
E too full of many drama
Episode by Episode many chapter
Oju toti rokun toti Rosa gbagbe
Ki
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
amalgam
Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album!
(on info kill)
And smell her in the shower
While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version
thunder
American dream I'm the son of a plumber
Son of a gun
Son of a bitch
Billy The Kid
Rolling a blunt up addicted to danger
Ever since D.A.R.E. I've
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
endings
What a contrast, deep like a bomb pass
The focus less on her and more to my craft
So the music's one of the reasons we probably won't last
But
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
of the repressive apparatus. The names of the fallen ones are:
Carlos Augusto Barroso, 19, killed by skull crushing.
William Fernandes Leite, 22, killed by a shot
and heartbreaks, they thought I wouldn’t make it
But how can I fail, my favourite album’s Graduation
I used to dream ‘bout dropping platinum albums
Now all we got is
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck
on cold in the scene
[Chorus - Dom-P]
They should know that we are just too hot
Representin for our block
Now we started we can't stop
I think I told you
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed
my family out the struggle and those that’s riding with me
Three albums in a row they think that I’m all over the place
Three genres in a row I'm just
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