Lyrics:
Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck
Let me start off
By saying you lost
The best one in town
You can look around
But they not like me
Robby's the M V P
No there ain't no coming back
you off guard
You were so overwhelmed
I understand
But you never left
My subconscious
You'll probably stop by to see me tonight
So I made this album
around as if I'm someone else
Your hands are mine i do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive, come alive
In the fire I call your name
looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, you pop bands
on the Reflections and The Country Roads
Collection Albums.
Born on a quiet morning
Just a dream in someone's eyes
A dream that's like a promise meant to be
Giving
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
the positives everything
You have got to thank god
Every morning you wake up for all those brothers you have
See the passages in the Bible as like they are
Jungle cats rise up and assemble.
You dont have to cock you glocks back
To be radical like the spot cats
So stop that, ill turn your matchbox into a box
who's smile is bright enough to make the projects
feel like a mansion
Must be nice
Having someone who loves you despite your faults
Must be nice
Having
it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking bada
I was conceived under
And boy you better have it right on that 1st take/ Or get treated like wack was your 1st name/ Sometimes I want those days back in the worst way//
HOOK
I
up to the crib
You dribble on yo bib
Yo house look like a kip
Flexing on you with the drip ay
I'm a misfit
Get on the beat and throw a fit
Pull up
If you step in our way you best keep steppin', son
'Cause we're (movin on up) just like the Jeffersons
Now you been rocked by the Infinite
I gots
performance in my twelfth grade
Twenty sixteen
I have to tell you, it doesn't age
From Blacker the Berry, Alright
Then untitled 5
The ending image of Compton,
cultures to find identity
Creating divide bigger than ed’s album three
White men hold the power like a clan
I don’t think you got the facilities for that
someone self-diagnosed, fucks sake
This album's good now, in a year it's a pisstake
Like Normal Kind of Strange, retconned to a mixtape
When it's done, I'm
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need
Likes the morning dude
I took one look at you
And it was play
speaking to on an as need to know basis. And the conversation was like, Hi mom. So I got a record deal and they want to meet with you. And she was like, What
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
industry (Be my baby momma too)
Someone who'll never leave (And always be true)
How I wish my wife could be you
I had a girl that would have died for me
images like Sanyo
The flow is too sick, puedo ir al baño
Study the game thorough thats Namco
The finest sonic herb
We only ones you know that plant those
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