Lyrics:
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
go to the mountain
Go to shows on a tour bus
Next time make an album
Not a CD fulla war dubs
And if you want a beef -, just call us
I'm like call us
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
shit? A joke?"
I'm thinkin', "Back to the drawing board, sirs"
Today it seems like a blur
Never deferred from being just who we were
Four brothers
De Ja Vu,
Years of performing, years of practice,
Respect from my peers, my girls tears on the mattress,
Every time that we went on tour,
And she was
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
Last name stoner,
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
yeah
Journey, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
It's about the journey, yeah
Journey, yeah
Yeah, 2014 number one album worldwide
They said I'd be
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
the clique
Get out some more, expand the four, get a girl whos legit
Stay by myself, expand the wealth, that's not how I wanna live
A thousand subs,
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
right out the door
Sure
Hey, player
Sign your waiver
Might beat you in like you was a crater
Have you walkin' round back bent like IGOR off that album by
Anotha Tour de France on my Schwinn again
I put this on my momma, imma win again
Imma get it in again
4 da Chedda, dividends
4eva I am M&M-B
Til they
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