Lyrics:
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
the waterfall on my wrist and my neck
I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp in distress
I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death
Since November, I've been buyin'
Dissect to collect, my blade now reaps
Pieces of flesh lie side by side
Worn on my body or put on display
You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure
I take
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
You know that we stay chillin', when I rap I'm always killin' these motherfuckin' beats
Cause you know we spend heat, after this album and I think
teleprompter
She gonna tell me prompt
Fuck the bank teller
Rumpelstiltskin in her pale skin
Going' all in she gon' love this Dickson
She wish she had me
Under
I'm on the way up
I'm a teleprompt
She gonna tell me prompt
Fuck the bank teller
Rumpelstiltskin in her pale skin
Going' all in she gon' love this
the fuck up, nigga?)
Turn
Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)
I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)
Sometimes you gotta lose the battle
Look at me look at me, look at my skin
Triumph of melanin, the story now begins
Caveman trying to blow the nose up off the Sphinx
We're decolonizing
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
Illest in the game, GED with the flame (Q)
First off, let me get this shit cleared
Any nigga talk, prolly get his shit smeared
Back in the trunk, next
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town?
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
field of art
I shed light yet my skin is dark
I'm not conerned with climbin the chart
Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart?
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
are open , I hear you calling me
I hear you calling me..
I hear you calling me..
Ohh......
From the album "Gravity's Rainbow"
Written by: N.
as an album for ears
My heart is beating on 220 BPM
Steal your baby run away like I'm Ian
My lips are darker than the skin of liam
Sex is ok but have you tried
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