Lyrics:
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
man)
Yo, shout out Stones Throw man
Shout out Prophet
Album's beautiful
Summer flings and shit
It's nothing serious, just, you know
on
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on
Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga
Raised
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
surrounded by fellas who care
When your album is selling, the crowd isn't yelling
Yeah, keep your eyes open, watch everything around you
If time is money, then
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
no 12 chase
You niggas is lames
All y'all take the bait
Big crib by the lake
I'll put up a date
When we gon drop at yo spot
FRN the coldest
Know you
you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind plays over the coals
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
(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
rhymes at 12:55
That’s what we capable of
When they all put they head to rest
We rose up
Dropping shit that y’all love
Abt just hit 5k
And I’m counting by
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
(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
a statement
And we don't talk to police, fuck 12, fuck 'em
Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option
The streets ain't the only people watching
I’m heavy when I rock like stone granite
Ya’ll really trying to see me man then go on plan it
They circling my star like every known planet
But when ya
I’m heavy when I rock like stone granite
Ya’ll really trying to see me man then go on plan it
They circling my star like every known planet
But when ya
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
if I'm wrong
I lost my guy to some gunfire
Feel like he left me all alone
It's 'posed to be VVS stones, not no SI, correct me if I'm wrong
If I
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
shit without me
Cause that album drop
She don't live without me
Fake niggas can't stand me, you ain't Mob
You ain't my family
Even if you in my family,
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