Lyrics:
Thank you, thank you If you made it by far to this part of the album
Thank you I just wanna thank you, yours truly
Thank you, Mack Johnson thank you
gotta go so far
Niggas trynna be me, I'll tell you just what you are
You a bitch
And I like my men thick
So before you talk shit just know that I can hit
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
cheese or old milk?
Ugh, You’ll never get a date dirty boy, so keep suckin’ your own dick!
“Your last cover album sucked. You need singing classes
Oh
mind, how did I get this far
I thought about how I, kill you for laughin' at my business card
Feels like I been discarded, And I really don't get this
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
wanted it that bad
Never could see that far ahead
Choices are limited, I gotta live with them
Maybe I'll make myself smile instead
See I write to make
I hate hits
Man I hate singles
I'd rather listen through the album
Sip pop with ham and Pringles
Get all the little tingles that you get the first
21 cause i aint never lackin i pump gas with my gun out
Shawty hit me up asking for a bit of clout im out
Just kiddin i got a whole album to finish
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Rap's behemoth
Check the tracks the whole album steaming
Passion gleaming, pass the seasoning
They wanted a plate so I had to feed em
Now I have em
USSR,
Was meant to fail, but doin’ good so far,
Care about no flags and anthems, Tsoi’s guitar
In my DNA, the plan is to shoot for the stars,
Em’s my
born to rule my domain
Album ain't even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name
Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work
Chasin' after
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
never skimping out
It's almost three minutes on the intro I've been spitting now (Yeah)
So when I die, remember the kid hit it hard, and I don't even want
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
hell, so heaven ain't far
Two cars Sedans, tearing it on the way to the Grammy's
Guess we nominated, guess they appreciate us
These niggas often
would fend for
Was fiening for beats stuck between a dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cuz you loved far rock like I jersey so
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
it, a desire satisfied
An acceptance gained
Closer now, far beyond that glimpse into a dream
Still healing, guided by a purity of courage
A vibrant,
back they put a knee up on your throat
So fuck a toast, always had a preference for a blunt approach
I Hammer home, hit the nail on the head like acetone
it about be a hit
Ah nah, not my beats so it about to be lit
Trying to keep my mask on (nah ah switch)
Learnt my lesson the easy way
Now can you get
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