Lyrics:
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
a fuck about they album
BOE that the bando way give a fuck about ya way
Choppa let it rain on ya its not ya day
Pull up something clean on ya its not ya
the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
a bitch
I keep my mind on my green 'cause yo
That's how I'm livin' in the
Days of a criminal
All in the days of a criminal
All in the days of a criminal
with the tube socks
These days bitches make space for me
The chain must've had moon rocks
Line must've ran a few blocks
Ratchet, fuck it add it
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks
And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooouuu)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
We ain't from the same blood
Countin' all the green bucks
I'm far ahead and you're stuck
Fuck bitches I'm the wisest
Cairo's my city I'm the finest
Man
ain't want 'em
Everybody know my label, independent
Not for long cuz my album's in the pending messages
Of the companies and the big boy labels
Fuck do
trying to cope green
Sourcrout the fuck you mean
Green dollars
Green Bill's
Green eggs and ham
Like a green meal
Just trying to cope that
Green deal
Shit
du
Siehst, das ist Lean, bae
(Lean)
100-Euro-Scheine grün, so wie Green Day
(green) who the fuck is this (huh)?
Why SL Know Plug
I'm known to fuck your
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
day
I opened and read it, it said we're in trouble
It said "go green!" what's that mean?
Bought a hybrid hummer to save gasoline
Went to live earth
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