Lyrics:
who you are
You're a star (yes!)
Boom! Did we just blow your mind? Uh-huh
Well, I've known the entire time
When it comes to the universe we're all
recession
We'll all have jobs when american numbers are lessened
Blessings are said, so no one will get hurt
Yo - I need a shield, but it's not for the desert
that means?
To fly to New York you gotta come to Queens
Gotta remind these mark niguhz who's the Kings
And why they started calling it cop killer Queens
All that treasure in yo life
X marks the strife
Damn that shit trife
Don’t get washed out by the rain
That’s all i gotta say
Yea
It’s some gold in
Darkness, going through all the hard times that we fought
Fearless, scars are the ones that leaving the big marks
People, always say I suck but lowkey going
longer
And abducted you grabbed you by your tail
It wasn't you but all of us who failed
Oh Alan make us smile again
Oh Alan will you wake up and tell us
(Jimmy Fallon as Nicolas Cage)
Who? What? Where?
(Jimmy Fallon with British accent)
That's all I got for that one actually. Next up, uh, comedian
nice and cool
At the hotel I hang by the pool
And I stay away from those who juul
My homies are cool, they ain't cruel
They got my back with whatever I
the greatest heart,
everywhere i go,
no matter who I show,
and I'm mr. smalls
Hey all you people,
my name is mr. smalls,
and some of the girls are saying I'm
having me
Bitch, I raised you from the dead, Who am I to overflow
A dog, oh, I don't know
By da choice, I choose to grow
Other trees they plateau
of all evil
'Cause crooked or legal
It's all manipulated by the eagle
And be my motive for murder
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Lord knows I was hurt from
sixty-two packages of cigarettes. why are you carrying all zees into germany for? what are you doing this for?
I . . . I . . .
How long have you been livin'
of us, not on some of us, but on all of us. On we the people who seek a more perfect union. This is a great nation, we are good people. And over
new
All things new
Write, for these words are faithful and true, oh!
Blessed are those who wash their robes
So they may have the right to the Tree
(why?) 'Cause I'm one of the meanest
Not givin' a damn, statin' to all who I am (uh-huh)
No need to cram, 'cause now you fully understand
That Robin is
to you so called street niggas I hate you
A century of beef from a homie who told a fable
Y'all a kill a homie that you be eating with at the table
Kill
moving out the ya no Yeezus
They wanna defeat us
I say we all hustle are own way by the way talk man check it, they all beneath us
(Uh)
Talking hard shit
the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from Nas to The Esco, back to nasty
Clappin' that black heat
None of y'all are
Tuesday night I make you thirsty (Thirsty)
Wednesday you left me deserted (Deserted)
Now it’s Friday you ask to come by
Chorus:
Way more than a friend
Boy
to the ground
And all that's left of my house is lawn
The crowds are gone
And it's time to wash out the blonde
Sales decline, the curtains drawn
They're
I'm playing
I'm waiting on it
I cannot wait to see all them faces when they see I made it
I cannot wait to
Show them who I am
And they been sleep for
advised, people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are, D's in undercover cars
Takin' my picture
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
*CHORUS*
*Twista*
lord knows
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
[CHORUS]
[Twista]
lord knows
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