Lyrics:
and out
Trying to 'be the man' he was judged by sand
Soil, water and ice
Backed by his peers he continued to shine
On the up and up, a cut above them all
Speedin' up 'cause we're runnin' Late
Take the shortcut by the Super 8
I have to make it across the Bay Bridge
Fast enough to put the beer in the fridge!
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
side by side
(Ooh, rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel-injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Ooh, rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines, and it sounds real
side by side
(Ooh, rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel-injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Ooh, rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines, and it sounds real
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
This runs through my veins, you can see it when I bleed
Album in the cut, this just something in between
Fuel to the fire, pouring out that gasoline
Couple thou thats to fuel up the jet
Take my hand you gon feel the effect
Not the stars, it’s the chains on my neck
Not a Rollie it’s bussdown patek
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
Don't pass me by
Without a drop
Just step across
And fill my cup
Gimme more
It's not enough
Rejuvenate me
Fuel me up
Running drier
I see city lights wherever I go
We cant get lost when this feels like home
Driving around the city we are running out of fuel
Out here taking chances
energized
Cause you're my fuel
Wait what Yea
You're my fuel
I'll tell you that
You're my source
Of power now
Engine pow
Blowing out
Heating up
Let it cool
reality
Couldn't fit myself in that society
24/7 fighting back my anxiety
Already be drowned by uncertainty
Rain fuels my anger
I became an hater
I feel
get that fuel
In the mirror
Disappear
Like, where that go?
Revenge
Three cheers
I got a jet black soul
Uh
I fiend blood like fentanyl
I need tears
Need
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
Catapult, gatling gun
Enriched uranium by the tonne
Cracking lightning through the sky
Fossil fuels make me high
Ancient forests feed the fire
Fuel injected
gon'
Send it
If it's the truth I speak
I don't care about a
Bad impression
I don't care bout
The E on my tank
Followed by SV
I always got fuel
For my
a new job
To save a throwaway tool from an old corncob
Left behind by a farmer they had killed for growing
That bad yellow fuel with the economy
standin' side by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
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