Lyrics:
who they are
Just to try and gain some credibility
So they could feel accepted by a stranger
It's a person that can take the failures in their life
the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's makin' money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin' dope?
But the only thing you good for now is droppin'
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
themselves aren't for sale
Money, noisy though it is
Doesn't talk that loud
But you can buy this album - you
Probably have, unless you're just browsing
In
Hey, you are not a baller 'cause your closet's full of Jordan's
You are not a rich man 'cause you're on the Forbes list
First, I dropped a record, then
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
That is where you can be found
As you take your ease 'neath your favorite trees
That are green the whole year 'round
Green the whole year 'round,
to see it with the human eyes
Swingin' like Trey 'til all of my targets are neutralized
If you surprised, then react, 'cause damn, it starts when you
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
(uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha)
Reach for
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
I just want the green and the wins
Money money
Everybody want the money
The greens the wins
I just want the green and the wins
You used to win for
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Cues in you dome and across the globe
Thank you Jackson Green for being my first guest
To be honest I was stressed and really really nervous
But he
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
take long
Fuck a whole album I just rapped one
In one take on a song
Impeccable, you niggas are copies identicals
If you suck dick just to get
Signed no
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
've spent your whole life listening to "Critical Beatdown"
You's a secret fan; every time I create an A.K.A. character
Most of you groups out there are so
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
a motherfuckin' decent Honda
I'll say that only albums are dying
The way I'm saying it's slowly dying
I mostly play the whole album like 72 Seasons
Motherfuckers
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