Lyrics:
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
to Aretha
Franklin singing one
Of twelve big smash hit's
That are now appearing in one
Of her top albums, "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Everybody's got you pegged
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
ya child is back.
The prowl intact.
Just tryna get a dollar.
And I fuck with daisy cause she living by the dollop.
Time to make something shake
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
didn't stand strong
I know this shit be different
I'm singing other songs
Imagine what becomes of me if I would just succumb
To think that you the boss
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
now
I got Eminem in the other room, Dre in here
We putting it togheter i'm gon' hit
I'm finna hit the restart button
It's gon' feel like I just
Started
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
their fortunes
Imported Porsches, cars manufactured by foreigners
Posting every pic of expensive liquor you pouring up
On the gram with a caption saying
You killed this one bro
Foreigner two times
Bitch we back to the basics
I can't show my face so keep the mask on like I'm Jason
You gone always be in
excuse,
How you gon steal the bag the real mood
Nigga capping, how they got their own food
Don't be the food for other folk
That's what I got told by my
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I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college
And hit me on the phone, hit me up
Like
the book
Up early in the morning strategizing getting cake
Hit up newspaper for beats bring out the 808s
Cause when other niggas could help they turn they
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
as you dominate my personalized playlist
You're my favorite track on the album
Skipping through all the songs, but when I hit yours, I'm like "Yo, her beat
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
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