Lyrics:
be quarantined cause they ain't outside nigga
Me and money go together like Lette and Malta
Florida top five and bet I'm not five nigga
Stay connected
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
and bands, y'all understand imma be man?
Day ones with a plan
Cram the money in the van
Slam on the gas
Smoke all the grass
Leave a fire in they ass
I crook,
greater struggles won by one
Oh my,
They tell me I might look like a fool
Oh no
Let me tell ya a little story that I learned in school!
Take five
coke shit down to a science
(What else?)
New York repper, Bills down to the Giants
(Uh)
Uh, be quiet, put the crown on your highness
Smoke pounds
Nine died,
Ate two seven,
Equal eight,
Who tryna get six next?
Tryna skip the full album
335,
That’s another dead man,
Two shots to his dome,
They say
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
heroin glare
Got off the drugs accomplished things I've done in my life astonished
Minds a weapon lookin to be brandished damn
By the time I'm done hell
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
All
don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him
Errggg
Cawwww
By the power invested in me by this giant bald bird
The President shall not be the shiniest of two turds
You, I wanna like you, don't
I'm just tryna see all that I can see
Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be
Ay, they wanna know, how does it feel to be a star?
How's it feel
to turn out one
Heck of a good album, " instead
They kept trying to keep the budget
Down, but it expanded up to twenty-thousand
Dollars they reached that
peat
Broke ass nigga, be hating, can't be me
They stealing all they drip, I guess the nigga wanna be me
I hang around the mafia, you know we be 8 deep
I'll multiply until I'm eight figure rich
cllow wow
Something that they must be proud bout
They don't wanna shoot me up nah
They just wanna gun me
and hear the truth
Of how you came to be
First was the giant, Ymer his name
Then the cow Authumla, out of the melting ice the came
From Ymers' palm another
black Escalade, bulletproofed
Surrounded by niggas that gone defend
They got TEC’s and pumps, I also got
Snipers on the roof, make one move
They’ll blow
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
even look like any of them
So what were they saying?
How could I be mad when they were clearly playing?
I guess not anymore
But it still hurt
So don't
whose hands I promised Midian
Just the three hundred
Sitting by camp a little concerned
You could say they lacked some courage
You'd probably be a little
somebody needs saving I'm the one they be callin'
Imma tell you right now that somebody here is going to get hurt
So imma slide in like perellis and then I'm
You can't be for certain, when things may turn
We might like to drown, or we just may burn
The government won't tell us what they have learned
But
the R101
She's the biggest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers, the Titanic fits inside
Drum rolled tight, her canvas
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