Lyrics:
resilient
God damn
Make a mixtape, maybe get signed
Tell em please hold in the meantime
Down another drink for the highlights
In my life, if your toxic- bye
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
as I make use of my own mind
need for coherence
the result of exclusion and denial
strengthen your mind
overcome the weakness
raise selfishness
your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha
Bounce,
pop.
Mix it with mine, blend it with yours.
Seeking a true force melange.
Never mind
Check the signs
Intertwine,
Cool: melange.
Ascetic aspects get no
(come on)
Not with a knot like this (let's go)
Lying down with the 2-1-5
Middle finger stay high, make it rock like this
Dirty Money up in your area
the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm
intimate conversation
I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable
When I peek into your nature
And I promise you my goals well exceed any
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
dreams I can't sleep tight
The heart will want what it wants
Even if the mind can't make itself up
Day by day you know I'm doing quite well
But night by
down to fuck
Fuck around and get caught, got the footage in my phone
Hit Delfina Delettrez by the night,
20 Karat Pink ice in rose gold like I like
Cop
three rings
That's Bron Bron, we up one
Bad bitch she a savage
Take her to the mall and buy her something
That's gonna wanna make your friends come
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
a job getting paid dollars by the week
I call my calls nigga I'm my own boss
Some niggas travel for the duffle
Make the wrong calls
And the take the long
The other half will fear me
Shit both halves will make one whole
But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me
Yeah they hear me, but fuck that
I
spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Rolex, gold chain
Fuck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget your name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my
it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday
crossed that like a thousand times, yeah
You need to make up your mind, yeah
You should be somewhere getting a tan line
Baby girl you ain't gotta work
curse is now my gift
Secrets die with me that's as deep as the abyss
That is no coincidence
When I was in the mix
Opened up your nose like I'm
on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Make up your got damn mind!
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
kiss them
I can't fight this
YUH
Make sure that you're bundled up
Warm hot cocoa in our cups
Cut with Baileys mix it up
Mix it up
Mix it up
Cozy up
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
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