Lyrics:
your psyche
Just learn to check yourself then Do it like Nike
But we running thangs, no need to obvious
It looks ominous cuz you worried bout the climate
(Doomsday Instrumental by MF Doom)
The first time somebody tries something new
It might not be great
But if you're there for them and
You say hey
preach about your body, amen!
And take it back with you "oo-chie wally bang bang"
You know what I'ma do to that thang
The way she did it on me told her go
paid to think
Keep your auto align, that's too tedious for me
Matthew principal, it's all incremental
Give you the truth, on top an instrumental
Live in
out what you like
Just trying to do my thang and be a different type of artists
Come visit my shop down at the independent market
I am the record label
to your mind and heart poetically
Still
Your waters overflowin' like we're sexually
Active imagine you cummin for me with so much passion
Got you moanin'
You know what it feel like?
When you coming down from a high?
Don't feel like a park when you slide
Into the depths of your mind
I've witnessed it
and started runnin' thangs
If ya can't sleep anymore while the raindrops pour
And you look our your window and hear footsteps on the floor
If you saw
the kitchen, do the dishes
Make some chicken, it's finger licking
Love it like your mama biscuits
Wash your hands and make a plate
Just enjoy the vibes
Enjoy
hit the street
If you don't like me - good, fuck with the beat
Yo, he'll hang witcha, and do his thang witcha
Blast him loud as hell, he'll bang witcha
the pride of a prince, street royalty
Strictly independent, reaping my royalties
Fuck your 360, we're the whole sphere
Ain't no infiltrating these men sucker,
Dat Boi... go
Mr. Wannabe rapper, how you feeling?
Ending your career is the business
I'm 'bout to get in
You know it's H-Town's rap supervillain
I'm
dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
But what is this my mind flippin', do you believe in
Beauty unimaginable now am I dreamin?
She smells good,
the beat
Yo, he'll hang witcha, and do his thang witcha
Blast him loud as hell, he'll bang witcha
That's my nigga, we get down from, How High
To Get Lifted,
me
You do too, but take it to your graves
While I talk my shit cause I'm raw like Monday
I'm working all around the clock to Sunday
I'm never setting,
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me
bang bang by bars
Sang gang insane while we driving in cars/
Chain gang same thang call it bizarre
Been around the world twice now im shooting for starz/
your conclusions on how they move/When you realize you're the realest one in the room/We racin' for greatness their in my rearview/These niggas
ay ay ay
Man how have you been
How are the kids
Where you wanna live
Whats the new biz
Are we getting lit
Do you wanna spit
Put it on the track
Play
at the trap,
Act a ass, guardin' the cross and that's a wrap,
Matter of fact, when niggas can't tap your hat,
We react by shankin' everybody at'cha shack,
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