Lyrics:
made all of my dreams come true
I toured the world, made platinum albums and I still stayed true
It's so much to catch up on now as I think out loud
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Youngmoze
It's the Youngblood HEAT
I slide on the beat so slimy (Slide)
You see me lookin' lively
This year is the year to hustle
And when it get
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
big deal
But I got , Beat up
Beat up by Rock n roll
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VERSE 2
Ya know Practice makes perfect
Or so back in the day
But when I moved to the west coast
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
left with a suction mark
I got two CS-10's pointed at your heart
If you get on my nerves then the party starts
Death by nerf gun written on the casket
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Surviving I don't be on shit cuz it kills to be lively Honesty's the best policy but Obviously it's not for Me I do the most just to get the least
Juss baby
the band
Yeah, one of the crowd
I want to play that Dixie music
Lively and loud
I'd wobble though the water
While I jam with the crew
I wish, I wish, I wish
bullshit contention
Ceasing and releasing to provide pro prevention
While I lock you up inside this detrimental detention
Convinced by charismatics in this
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
The dilsnick it will hit her ex pills
I can feel nigga best deals
You can get the steal
If you ill I'm concealed with a
Technina millameter by my side
God
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Thinkin' it's best if we
Go about this gingerly, steadily
Never had brevity
You say one thing, and meaning the other, was leadin' me on (Yeah)
Always liked
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
don't mind
It takes a lotta spine
To build all them young minds
Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin' one
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
freedom by the thugshit"
Sabac "scratch" I speak militant "scratch" They only talking coz I live it
"scratch" Rap-gentles "scratch" best in the fucking
want to do rap?
Oh my god, it's the best
Bitches let me draw up on their breasts
Literally I can reinvent myself
I get a forum to project myself
It's
a jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with suds on thay booties.
They give me hugs and lots of kisses
And they ask me what my wish is I say
"Go
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
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