Lyrics:
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
Aminé never fold (true)
I'm back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch
I'm Dre I get my Mac on
If that ass is fast I
seven years
I used to live in fear, now I don't give a fuck
I guess...
For now
Don't ask me "who, what, where and how"
Why?
I don't have time for that
the playground
And yeh I said it
This year I'm menace
This year I'm selfish
This year I'm careless
This year I'm healthy
This year I'm hectic
This year I'm ready
In a room with seven hoes but they aint you
And I know they gon be surprised when I back out the coupe
Sike nah, bitch I want four doors for all
wore spandex
You were a customer, you did Xanax
I'll take you and your bitch by the ear
And then smash you together like Stone Cold's beer
Being
an album to make bitch, check my thread
And you know that I ride in the tank bitch, check my treads
I'm on the web
I'm on the web, I'm on the web
I'm
to the migo fährt der Nase nach
Gebe gaß drive by
La to the migo versteht kein Spaß
Yeah
24/7 bin am hasseln
Mach mein scheiß und werde reich
La to the migo hat
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type
Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to fuck whites
She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by
I'm giving it my all I ain't never giving less
Manifest put my dreams to the test
24/7 I ain't tryna get no rest
Manifest put my dreams to the test
I'm
a fucking slut
Get out of here
Christening
Take it, take it, choir
Melanie, sing up
That's better
And now once more
For the funeral out there
Martha you bitch
Dropped an album before my disappearance
You try to be around me, you gonna need some clearance
I think my reappearance is gonna cause interference
Since I was seven years, not doin' what I should
And it's not easy being me, feeling blue
Out with the old, and in with the new
I gotta keep this shit
a fuck if they like me or not
I'ma raise this bitch
'Til you little fucks drop to the floor
Nobody move, nobody make a sound
My nigga, why'd ya got
blow
7 I wanted my dough to grow
6, Couldn't wait to grow real old
5 I wanted some gold
Age 4, realized the world is cold
But year 3, I was the mvp
that a bitch
Seven years old I remember I couldn't play with a friend of mine
Cause one of his family members were part of the Gangs that one of my
hatin'
See my watch a cold bitch
Call that hoe Sarah Palin
All my albums went platinum, nigga
Thanks to the block
Voice raspy as ever, nigga
Thanks to them
They think I might blow
I'm gunnin' it for the top
Haven't slowed down since
Even when I cross the border
I still run the town, bitch
Tell me that you
to leave all my depression
Behind me
Way up in the sky bitch we shining
Just a seven year old walking on dirty floors
In that moment I dreamt that I’d be
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
You gon' love the shit I do to hip-hop this year
You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this
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