Lyrics:
person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold
with the stoppin me baby
I'm audi, I only am me and I see what I see, nobody copy me baby
Drop dead on your side baby - now give me that rhythm
I just
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
don't wanna see me win
I get what I want and I settle the bills
Niggas is broke tryna hate on the kid
I be laughing on my way to the bank when am getting
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
went Ozzy
Tints on that big body look Bill Cosby
Bend the block 2 a.m. with a ten in the tank now it looks like I move Bing Crosby
I’m a nice guy but
(notice me yeah)
But now you surrounded by new company (company)
I play it cool, but truth is that's a lie
I'd rather go blind, blind, blind (go blind)
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I
"Better Than Ever"
It could be better than my first album on the song "Better Than Ever"
Like I was fucking trash
But I could be better than my older self
Play me a beat
I can do a song
You can do a dance
Music heal my pain
Am liking the way
She playing piano
Sounds like soprano
Music is the reason
Am
Dolla, dolla bills yall
Steppin' to the AM
With some Folgers and a vape pen
Thankful for another day can I get an Amen
Wish I could just parlay all day
me unequivocally
I am a masterpiece Hey!
Narcissism's
One of my Rhythms If I de- Sync 'em
Check off that light it might happen that I
Think I
that drummer with
In my ride skrrr, driving up the hills
Yeah they say I act like a new person
Shit I'm making money I am working
Pull up in a Rarri' but
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
hitters do, bitch, I'm out in the field
And I'm hittin' two
What's that playin the back
Bill Withers boo
I'm gettin' to this money, I can't love on you
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
I meditate day and night
Therefore I must be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water
And bring'eth forth fruit in due season
I locks also shall
Jam
(Verse 1)
How ya feel?
What the deal, what the deal?
By 2030 want 35 mil
Bills, I want big, big bills
House by the lake and I'm sitting
Reveal to me Your will
For there's nothing I'd rather
Know within my life
Blooming as it withers
Sanctify my soul
And lead me to Your narrow
Path
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
far
The great deceit, the greater made by truth well hid in words and shades
Ten letters on my stony bed to witness every mouthful fed
'Cause I am
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
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