Lyrics:
true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You
obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that
blessed on
But SHAHLON SAYS IM TELFON
THE INTERLUDE I said it on
I was Seeing Stars and set it
Off when my rocket landed
Couldn’t by a broad now
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
putting the box in a closet I'm locking that too double trapping the love
By the end of this verse I'll be over you
This the last song imma write for you
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
They love playing who to blame when the plan fail
The easiest way to lose is not plan well
I'm just trynna find peace in my life now
I made album
Yo silence on the set, the halogen effect
Street archeologists demolishing the threats
Drop projects and I polished my rep
Remember this chick
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
Trapped inside of a dark box this Fort Knox
Stuck behind
broken by the closest people that shit is shattered
Hop on a rocket ship writing verses on a trip to Saturn
Sipping Hennessy up in a tavern had the album
finally down to two people
Me and Reginald VelJohnson aka Karl Winslow of Family Matters
I heard through the grapevine that he had his heart set
the album's shit, and I poured my whole heart out for nothing
Music, film, and writing, damn I've cast a wide net
Looking for that one thing, but hasn't arrived
frankly
Cause our community spirit's forever fancy
So I'll never miss my call-in
I went from chilling by the phone box to
Phone cases in the phone shops
and the ring in a slow exhale
Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail
In the box was a bullet made of gold
Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
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