Lyrics:
got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you know I got you open, kid
Rest in peace to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded
tradin'
You know the side was two guns blazin'
I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me (I'm a ty-tycoon)
'Til they throw the sheets on me I'm goin'
and see annihilation
I'm tired of waiting all the faking
So I'm taking
Meet me, you'll see it's grating
The renaissance, the rebirth, the avant-garde
the in-betweens
Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans
Said Christ walked on water we can wade through the war
You don't need to tell me who
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
impressed
You get your way by bribin' me
Tellin' me I'm the best
Don't abuse me
Now you listen to what I say
If you're tryin' to use me
Why don't you just go
a bit to smile
Some daydreams marked
By many little strikes out
(Let me begin)
(Let me begin)
Comfort, comfort why do you run for it?
Why can't
impressed
You get your way by bribin' me
Tellin' me I'm the best
Don't abuse me
Now you listen to what I say
If you're tryin' to use me
Why don't you just go
Please let me be enough
Why do I sing out loud?
cs if by reaching you, I could move the clouds
cs if by moving clouds, I could reach myself
I guess
Nine to fivers need a soundtrack to a cold beer
That's why dive bars have a band
Lakesiders need a six string with a beach vibe
While they're
lights
Goddamn they right behind me
And I wake up everyday, I wake up everyday with this anxiety
And they know where I stay
Got "Malone" on my plates
funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair
of character's correct, it's gonna be by the letter tonight.
Now stop me when I get to 17.
Excuse me, baby.
I bet you didn't know I had a piece of this
(why)
Sometimes it makes me cry (cry)
To know that you're gone
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces
My bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money
Please let me hold you by the belt the fall is at least three stories down
It's easier I swear, comb your teeth and brush your hair
A few flights
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
comes and time goes by
We loved, we laughed, I failed, you tried
And now I understand why
I have to be the one to blame
Ten years down the line I
reversed
Why have you summoned me?
Now I must save her, you have betrayed her
Desecrators
Now! Her immolation, the conflagration
Shall be felt by you
on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva
Why you always tryna run
(Outtatown, but we never out of money)
Ayy
You know what I'm sayin'? Big 14
(Star Boy, you're my hero)
I just got a million bands today
'Bout
a baby in a stable, by an unknown father,
Who, me, jelous, what do ya mean!, I'm a material girl too, I've been on MTV, once, I made a video with Mick
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