Lyrics:
big and put a smile on
Nothing is original
Well I guess that was the year of the rat
You're just rushing through your life too fastI'd say it's bad for
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
manifest, yes
I feel the vibe
I feel the vibe too
'Cause it's the butter from the crew
'Cause we original, who
Want to tussle?
Flex for
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
The stars all looking so bright
Pop Champaign for the vibe
Afro girl by my side
Airplane mode for the night
Airplane mode for the night okay...
we'r about to drop
Hope u ready for change
Started with thr president now it's me
I'll be all around the globe
And I'll prove that by the album's sold
afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it
on the duck
But for now my time is taken, so bitch you gets naythin
Microphone check, hit the deck, if you can't take the heat
Original baby gangsta's
I was told by all my teachers I have instability. I move alone and in silence because I live in this city
I'm pretty antisocial, not much life in my
a criminal no my own
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me?
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me?
I wonder when they kill me
Is there a Heaven for a real G?
Lord
the feeling, oh, I know
The original high I'd go
You're visceral
Real life's a bore
I want it all
But what's it for
And if I don't get you
What will I lose
You
don't get enough
Flexing Gucci,
Prada, Lui
But for real
Can offer nothing to me
Bro
You think you got dough
Last time I checked u were taking a loan
Life is changing real fast but we gone make it
Don't know how long it's gone last but we gone make it
Every chance for a gain brother we gone take it
Gyal a bad
Batty big like a dumpa truck
Kitty sweet why everyman wah fi nyam
Come par
Wid a real man original
Res a dem fake like titty silicon
This
The weather's perfect on Epstein's island
And if you form an original thought
You're shamed into silence
We work hard to get the real money
Spend the real money
Jobbs
It cost him his health but it won't kill me
I'll be Young Forever because I
Got that BluePrint 3
Made by Hova, Marcy Projects
NYC birthplace of how
For FLCL
I'd
Jump off a bridge
But
The bridge is over
So
Jump off my lips
Its a secret society
Just for the kids
I got real tired
When they called
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
another gang hotter (yeah)
No real niggas on your team
We’ll rearrange your roster (what!?)
?My? (whoah)
If you don’t know, I am the original don dada
I’m
So you probably heard the last album that I made
I spent all my time to perfect the things I made
My music got Inspired by the greatest from the 90s'
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
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