Lyrics:
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
at the start of 1971, by the way. Best of vol.2, 1973 is the first actual Bee Gees album that had it. This is their second recording of it; that first one, was
to tomorrow
And I wrote a couple bars you can hang up on the wall
This is all
Name a price, then it's bought
[?] with his car, gettin' money for a dog
to tomorrow
And I wrote a couple bars you can hang up on the wall
This is all
Name a price, then it's bought
[?] with his car, gettin' money for a dog
The frustration is real because I'm so tired of trying to catch up to all the progress
I should have made by now
I learn something new everyday
And with every new
mmm mmm! Ain't that something
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumping
I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama
Can I get your autograph
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Still only opened my notes
Focused to cut out the fat, until this album was done
Kept asking God for forgiveness he helped me write what I wrote
Reminded
the Great
They probably call me Your Grace
Saint
You see me in Versace
They say the style Big Willie
Shit you couldn't afford one of these cubans with
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long four-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a note like Willie Hutch
down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long four-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a note like Willie Hutch
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
survived
Gotta drop the album I'm 25
Back in this bitch I stopping until the whole family rich
It's do or die
Living my dream out
I'm on the scene now
his reasons
And I know my time gon come
I done went by a hundred seasons
Niggas filled with hate and I can't relate
Not sorry I've been dreaming
But I
Jesus out
They say for the cheese and clout
I doubt
Myself my upbringing in question who wrote these words?
What men? I have some questions
This is when
I change cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks
So don't try to play big willie
I'll smoke you with a cripsy
geez
Unless there's Gs involved
There's fees involved
E mail my team it'll get resolved
By the way I wrote this I don't
Do no karaoke when I rap
I
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
The L.A.B album drops
I won't promote by doing in stores
I'm out at night on the highway painting over your billboards
So what I'm a glory hound cause I tore
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
at Kanye's third album
You get it it
I said it, I said it, said it and said it
His third album man forget it
Just know I wrote this here on a good morning
Felt
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
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