Lyrics:
on any given day around the world, every holiday season.
That's not what makes me successful, not in my heart. That may be why some people think I earned
And we ain't smoking gas my homies smoking celery
Yes I wanna be the greatest with a grammy on my shelf
Watch me make a couple mil and know I made it by
inner rich
Forget the honeys I'm talking another hit list
I'm trying to have my album on your girl wish list
I'm looking over facts like your girl want
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
them all away then haul away
The raw decay then y'all will say
"We don't know"
The K.O.D'll spray the fraud away
Make it a holiday
See killin' when
But I was taught to not be no punk
And don't pull no punches my hood say
Since y'all actin' like Biancas and Beatrices
I should say
Your last album
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back cool
First it's shame
Cultivated roots grown in basements
Nurtured by 808 hits, and bass riffs
Road to Vegas, fearing and loathing faded
Culminating in my soul escaping,
to kick sneakers
Under the table for me
I would buy them fake joints and wear them
He would come to the prison with new real J's
On in my size and while we
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
counting yo days when you playing with J
You cap in your rap and you fake nigga
I'm smoking these niggas like a vape nigga
I'm shooting my shot like I'm Trae
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
[ Rob Quest ]
Rollin in my man's white 'Lac with a 40oz of brew
Smokin on some herb, trackin down fools
And everything's alright cause this party is
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
the four seasons
But you gotta know that
Some days I come off distant
Most days I'm in the present
Both days still end up pleasant
No J's, that's just my
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
about that holiday cheer
Never mind
Santa ain't coming this year
Snowflakes falling in my mirror
Everybody in silence giving me fear
Won't want us to play
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
I pray for the better days
Balling with my friends we go celebrate
Chilling with my wife and kids like holiday
Spend a million dollars on a birthday
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