Lyrics:
every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
Behind
people out there better than me
I just do what I do, you know what I'm saying? Yeah aight
[Verse 1]
Uh, I can't feel a field nigga pain
Devious skill that
get out (Boxing Day, yeah, yeah)
That's three (I knew)
Then what's after that? Nothing
New Year's
Four and what's
New Year's Eve
Five, where do
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then
somethin', huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley's album cover
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
That shit sound like a job nigga, this shit so fun to me
I can shit out these albums, yeah this shit is nothing to me
Don't you forget nigga, you just
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
your body shaking
Don't mind me reminiscing the love making
You said if I don't show out then your love is for the taking
Bad bad girl please be gently
"what's in the bag" he says "two acres of plants
It's easy going in but hell gettin out
I want to make this paper and I think I know how
surprise surprise I
know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think
P
He hit me one night
Talking bout hey what's happening
And all I had to do was be like
Hey come by
I wish change sometimes
So many years that shit
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
rematch
The kinda ass whooping
You’ll only have to open up one can of
(Nickel Nine the God) Huh?
You ain’t rolling forward
You’re rolling wrong
Reaching out
and dot my Is
Contemplating on ways of breaking out this nine to five
Staring in the mirror and I question, "Who am I?"
Five years I been living, and I
to chill out, end your album out
I love y'all
Anyway bro, you remember that "Gone" shit you had in middle school?
Yeah bro, I remember that
Look at us now,
chicken
Top five in it
Heart throb and I keep the cop cars distant
Shots fired outside
Let it spray
To the grave
By the state
That's a hate crime
Lace front
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
can have a track
Album coming out, so time myself promote my rapping ass
And I'll be crispy when I pop like Crackle Snap
Here I come, I'll send them in
can have a track
Album coming out, so time myself promote my rapping ass
And I'll be crispy when I pop like Crackle Snap
Here I come, I'll send them in
at, bass!
He doesn’t know who Cliff Burton is
That means that I’m out of luck
If I try to ask him Metallica questions
However, at bass, he does not suck
a picture for an album cover
Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
I hear my family hollerin he needs us
Durin
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
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