Lyrics:
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
here go and listen today
See I got the path and I found the way
And I got my music that I made today
Hit after hit my fans love that
My music so lit get
of albums I did by myself and they all on the movement
Now they all gotta face up the music
All the shit they won't say to my face
I ain't training with Mr.
you wanna talk about the music or something that has a different view
And not the shit that's getting the hits and views
Words misconstrued with no
Album, you know
You know what I mean
And you can just keep on
Making your little punk music
La la la la, your McDonald's commericals
McDonald's apple
is rap music
New album new style then I'm bored of that music
I don't do the same ting twice like dudes that orgasm too quick
But they thought I lost
I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
the music biz
your album, for one, has no promotion
Your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
Your ashy, your music is trashy
Outkast, inside they class me
Out
cool with the tactics
Military straps while her back on the mattress
I never really bagged chicks, but I know had hits
Dropped 5 albums, they all been
WOKE UP i ain't have no fucking shirt on
Had my daddy pouch cause my name they throwing dirt on
Fina start my day got some music i need to work
louder
Banging Cole never heard him with the music louder
Speakers on the kitchen we ain't done encounter
We were blinded by the pressure we were living
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
the newest hottest mastermind in the music industry
Mr. Nick
It's called the perfect lie
Brought on by no one but I
The dead horse is the key
To my dignity's
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
Yuh, yuh, okay, Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album, Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
Hill
Type of artist turning down a major label deal
Cause when it's said and done you'd rather keep your music real
Or drop a classic debut album
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
Music gave me a brand new show
Little nigga, I'll plug myself
Plug my scene, plug my guys
This ting's more than a buzz, don't lie
Wanna be a G? Real
I spent a lot of nice evenings listening to your music
And I just wonder, I said I wonder who Frank listens to?
Well I play Jerry Vale and some
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