Lyrics:
ain't even got the brains
To have your own opinion
I go the distance cause I'm so persistent
And I can do anything
There ain't no restriction i've got
son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word
song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky
long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any
I say what do I say
Um
I guess uh
I'll give a quick shout out to uh
Taylor dot wtf
Eddie bear
Um
Beats by Endless
And then this guy is literally named
Let me talk to ya, got them albums finally off the back burner
Digitals & digipacks been flippin' like ya spatulas
Not a single feature either, I
Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees
I got hating niggas that
And all I do is just count them
A crosshair, an arm and a leg
And both lungs, that'd make there an album
(RAGS) I got a rude attitude
Never been afraid
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
I like this one
Just let it go Preem
Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost there
Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer'
Privy
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
Monopoly
[Verse 2]
'Cause when the rappers start grindin'
It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them
But when his album drop and he go diamond
Everybody
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
1-800-fuck-this-shit
Seven years old in my heart
So I'm stayin' gold but when I fuckin' go
Lucifer will probably have my soul
It's hot down there, fuck that
Bitch I'm
and ain't nothin'
Like smokin' when you're a fool
Find the next, get a hot spot, jump in it 'til ya pull
Ridin' on the Clair, 'cause over there they can
the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics
seen these guys, with evil eyes, what they up to?
(Wait, there she go), I recognized her from her booty
I walked up like, "Baby, what's up? Like how
track name
beautiful one
album and band name
by beat radio
00:00/02:04
Digital Track
Immediate download of beautiful one in your
to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying
still ridin' beach cruisers
Dude, I see through you, 'cause you're plastic
Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
Fuck the last album, this
Signin' autographs
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky
Too busy out there
My first memory of a smartphone
Was not the hottest ringtone
Or the games I was always kinda schooled on
(Uh, huh) ten years old
There was a naked
on the weed
That's why I'm winning by a long shot, sometimes I might Diddy rock
I pity the fool, but never sit there and watch
Too busy getting my own, I'm
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