Lyrics:
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
A on the map 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
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
raga flow, you don't know how it go
Gamakas and cortisol, hang a fascist by his throat
'Til he chokes, and if he holler, pistols blow
Make it known, it's
up next
Fly in like foreigners
Don't be so down
You did your best
Just keep it light
Like Wabafet
Stuck in a pit
Like Bobafet
Underdog underdog
Alpha
feel me
Verse 2
I live by the code, so don’t be questioning me bout no hoes
Hit it one time she can’t leave me alone, seen this before know how
intersections these niggas be paying attention when anonymous is wrecking & that's str8 hit a Nigga wit bout 8 repeatedly rapid fire when I'm pimpin' ya face we
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
probably feel like you're a foreigner
But bring that thought to the coroner, that means dead that
Cause girl we gon' live it up the moment that you get
stories encased by glass housing diasporic black power
This is where this Nusu nigga can thrive not just live
I'm sorry Paris but this cities vibe shall
bullet holes, them is battle signs
Niggas loadin' up they guns yeah, them Eiffel Tower kinds
This just how we live, them hood babies from projects
OG
But, if you can't play the music live, like with guitars and stuff, get lost. That's what I say. Um, I'm seventy years old by the way. Anyway, I hope
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
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
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
scheme
And flooding the bit streams with hit memes
We on the world wide web, interconnected
Consuming technology quicker than they can invent it
Blended
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
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