Lyrics:
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
to Crowded House and Devo
Talk shit all night under stars that are bright
In the morning we'll go back home
Because if we're all out here then we can't be
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
fought 'cause I got crowded
Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's
don't work and the Moon don't glow
And your demons gather to pick your bones
By the very last house on Melancholy Road
As the headlights burn down
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label we stay stable
Pick up the album we're never on cable
Crews cross over but not Main Source
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label we stay stable
Pick up the album we're never on cable
Crews cross over but not Main Source
try to make sense of the world
Despite fear
All being is being-towards-death
Don't leave your house, not safe
Avoid a crowded place
But remember to pay
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
could never speak cap, no management
Album made it all by myself, I'm one-manning it
This the victory lap, it's happening (woah oh oh)
Turned a couple
to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin' you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
dont know what to do
I'm paralized by you
I built my house on shaky ground
I built my house of cards
I feel alone
When I know you're standing near
So
sixty
Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that's when he kiss dee
Titles go by
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop
Light a match and throw it at the fuse
Run away and hope I can get a view
I remember how beautiful it was
Blindfold on I can drive to her old house
Ooh, yeah, SNP livin' the good life
Can you pace platinum and gold
Lexus, drop top, gold
Big houses, crazy dough
Mad lucci, crazy Gucci
Knowin'
nation that is, that recorded the album
My man Busta Rhymes, my man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Flip Gray in the house
My man Buttnaked, Tim Dawg, ugh
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