Lyrics:
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
But it all came down to you and I
But it all came down to you and I
There were banged up hands stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
what I know
We're rooted in faith, everywhere we go
It's been a long hard journey but we won't turn back
Because we see these seeds of greatness wherever
afford one
I'll buy a condo with some extensions
Who would've thought that we'd have our show
That we would drop three albums in a row
Have our own merch
So you moved to Charlotte and you slept in your car
And you’re proud of yourself cause you came so far
But your life’s a wreck
And you live check
extorted
We came for the paper, cake slices, large portions
Race Porsches to California by the mornin'
Shit change, bitches change, niggas change
We
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
spirit
Guess who's back to attack the wack rap
In fact, we here to unpack all the bags of the seeds
No flax, but indeed to attract the black and brown
the license, or the reasons we understood will be
Down at the edge, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by
came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine
When they first heard us
We were working at a club in Hollywood
Called the Whisky à Go-Go, and the A&R man
Uh, producer, Tom Wilson, came in, he
we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love
City of Glass
[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world
money in the field together
A couple years done passed by since We chill together
But I know I'll send the beat
And he gone kill whateva
Roman And Don
Yea just cause they doubted me
I made examples out their demons
They came at all sides
But got cut up in pieces
I swatted flies in my tennis
Richard
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
through it
Nothing in life is promised, not even free-time is
So, only chase dreams, and only chase commas
Won't happen on its own, trust, trust, we
This isn't entertainment
This is not what you came for
Ladies take a seat, let me explain it
Locked into my basement
Several months at a time
Writing
to find another home
But your kin who came from the seas
Stole all food, and wood, and stone
But we knew that you would come
In a point of no return
We
way but evil drew first blood
Put the roman numeral nine on your inside right wrist
So I can read it properly like this
That's how we know we
Many men mastering masculine
Wearing masks, do the maths, amassing things
Doesn’t actually bring happiness within
Still grappling: Greco Roman
All
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
If my eyes could see by faith I'd move mountains and seas
It only takes a small amount a mustard seed
I know it's going to happen because I believe
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