Lyrics:
no rappers do it, I can
Shout out to who locked up who was locked in (oh)
Where them bloggers at that said Smurkio not top ten? (Woah, woah, woah)
I
year old blogger flow
If 'Pac ain't on your list then you ain't fuckin' logical
I'm talkin' other shit, not no fuckin' 504
What you gon' tell me when
miss it
How that man went and sold fifty?
Not one blogger even noticed him
But they don't diss them, they just don't listen
Oh I get it, they don't
on
Tell them bloggers be gone
Fuck wutchu been talkin bout
They couch I put my feet on
Ain't no blood for these haters
Ain't no love for these fakes
I was
to do?
I'm role playing a conscious nigga
And true is true
Cocaine aside
All the bloggers behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
did it my way without all the complaining
And all the whining all day like Kanye or Wale
For the validation of all the bloggers
And all the same gay
media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats
Bloggers'll be on my meat if Detox
in the fog
So easily I could see the
Bullshit in niggas talking
Twitter celebrities and pussy ass bloggers
If you knew the folks you said you knew
You
the future, that was 2012
Emails sent to bloggers off my parent's computer (for real)
Could've played it cooler, but I knew I'm too dope, boy (boy)
To fly
you show it
Yeah you're bad, explosive
Go 'tell em bloggers, that they can quote me
You got that bomb bomb b-b-bang
That damn bootie clapping
comin'
These bloggers givin' me sixes, my confidence say a hundred
My fans got my back and they keepin' me on track
On this railroad to success, y'all
vicinity
Can't violate the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
THAT, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what) no comment (what)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all
prove a case without a throwaway (throwaway)
You know I'm sturdy, I'm just worried 'bout my protégé
Fuck a blogger tryna instigate an open case
Plenty
caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper
I'm independent fuck yo system I get paid with out it...
Got a new pocket..bitch you new writin as a blogger...
That rapper weed she smoke that spitta
yeah
I jumped in this shit, just to cause some terror, I'm not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that start up when I'm walkin' near it
nine joggers with
Shin splints dodging an ornery rhinoceros
Order me my waffles and bother me not
Blogger
The option of being modest just walked
To where
then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me
shit's in the club
You want me to say some names?
I'm too seasoned in this game
That only give em' pop fame
Fuck bloggers, fuck bullshit hype
Ice is
trag immer all Black wie ApoRed
Du leider second Hand, sad
Deine Gang sind Opfer, ich bin Fashion Blogger
Sunny Gang die beste Gang
Ihr kommt zu zehnt,
artificial
addthis, market, blogger,
flogger, buffer, flickr, feed, emoticon
slideshare, social media, ingenieria social
Like like like like, ciberpatrullaje,
la whatsappa il fashion blogger od il suo motivatore,
che la mente è in quarantena; l’hacker forse è quel vegano ieri tele ed oggi in fila al Mc Drive
callava i et parlava sobre com estava cec d’eme
i tu publicaves un meme
Jo Coetzee, tu Coelho, jo de taxi, tu d’Uber
Tu ni Jagger ni Ramones, jo ni blogger
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