Lyrics:
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's
greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck the safe route
Take me back to skateboards and LEGOs
From making s'mores to can't find his way home
Missing
Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Sometimes I question whether this shit
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
end roads
I gotta turn this car around-and find my way home
When you listen to my music do you feel my shit
Look I don't need punchlines cause I
attention
I was distant
I focused on the posters on my wall
Caught a vision
Now my words fall in rhythm
HIP HOP made a difference
Making albums ain't
won't meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
They'll say I'm simping hard in this album
I guess they've never felt alone
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home boy 6 foot deep
That's what happens when you creep on me
In da party wit a white tea
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
My name is soulz and you are about to experience
A mental spiral from a delirious mind
Bitch I'm serious
Before this album I was thinking of leaving
XL’s second album.
Produced by
Oli XL & Instupendo
Release Date
July 8, 2021
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[Intro: Oli XL]
Funhouse mirror
Distort my heart
Making new albums, For real
Just, stop getting features
We don't wanna hear them!
We Wanna hear you
It's not their song, It's your song
And to be honest,
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
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