Lyrics:
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
(Oh) And were you struck by the satisfying
(O oh) Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB
take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer
Cargo shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my
1-up
Had a rough winter
But I'll be back by the summer
Pockets so thick like I just hit the number
Ran through it all now I'm
Back on the come-up
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
the enemy and there ain't no in between
Drown like Ahab
Trying to slay that Great White Whale
So tied up in their own rules
People jump ship and they fail
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
under white covers
Prodigy: Was a thumper
Till he met the 40 thunder
Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
Get the fuck from round here
Smoking by the gram
Bitch we blow it by the pound here
Winning is great and that's why I keep doing it
Chopping it up
my time
Can’t waste my time
This 38 show you ain’t tuff
Yeah I made mistakes
I still know I’m great
By the time I’m 28
They gon respect the name
I got
off like a target
Gettin beat down by an mc shartin
Now labels sellin your album in major markets
But nobodies bought it
You lost it when you thought
Rain on snow
Ironess, your highness
Rain on snow
Dj Shadow, what's good?
Makes it melt, away
You all ready?
Yo, white walker style now
a king (hey)
Every day grindin' hard with my team (the American dream) (yeah, oh)
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
That's why
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
probably no great
Novelty for the Reverend Al Green a visit to
The white A-frame structure in the Whitehaven
District, mere shouting distance from
Elvis
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
doing great, got my syllables straight
Turn a rapper yellow with the killer cold play
Feeling myself, they be feeling old age
I strip away they ego, I
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
The year been great right? Trying to get the plate right
'Cause I'm a hunter like a great white
And a performer, never stage fright
I'm outta Flushing,
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