Lyrics:
the truth, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em your)
I've been goin' through somethin'
One thousand, eight hundred and fifty-five days
I've been goin'
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
I belong here, clown!
Don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Where aliens got pistols 'round they V-necks
Snub nose, Kleenex
I suppose I done drove artists to a place
Where the daily deceased sleep at
Competition
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Man, I need a TV when I've got T. Rex
Hey brother, you guessed, I'm a dude
All the young dudes
Carry
don't reach out for months
I may not be no type of street artist
See honestly, I deceive and to be populized
I'm trying to get my daughter five McLaren
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
Another day
Not another day!
'Cause I'm O.K.
I finally found the person I've been searching for
I'm alright
I'm feeling good about myself and that's for
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
fall off?
No
A lot of speculation
On the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or,
one wish
I'd like another try at twenty-five or was it twenty-six?
I've been down that road before almost as far as hell
Deception or redemption, I
Oh, I've got five people in my family
And there's not one of them I'd swap.
There is a sister, and two brothers,
And a mother, and a pop (that's
Well, I been doing it, since I was a young kid
I've come out grinnin'
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
I call up my preacher
I say,
of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah
an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like you
You wanted perfect
You got
roll in Paris
Jazz in paradise
But there's a song of mine I couldn't have sung
A tune I started back when I was young
Now I've come home to finish
Well, I been doing it, since I was a young kid
I've come out grinnin'
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
I call up my preacher
I say,
I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up
歌えオンヘヤ
俺らが来たら世界のどこでも
Stadium party ay
K-pop idol からまた生まれ変わる artist ay
生まれ変わる artist ay 生まれ変わる artist ay
アイドルでも artist もどうだっていい yeah
芸術の枠 超え止まらない eh
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
the lyrics when I'm singing them out
Wow, from day one, I've been prepared
With V05 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of what
nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since
In nineteen-sixty-five-five-five
Living fast and dying young, like an endless poetry
My motor-psycho nightmare freak out inside of me
My soul
Why have I done it?
I've committed a crime
I've broken the law
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor
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