Lyrics:
'm back in the booth, Yea I'm back doe
We comin' back, huh?
Let's go, yeah
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was
I remember when it seemed so easy
We dream of the life that we see on TV
The world's ruled by materialism
New cars, big house, new stereo system
I
coast represent)
And if you don't know, now you know
I'll give you good and plenty (come on)
Lettin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior
coast represent)
And if you don't know, now you know
I'll give you good and plenty (come on)
Lettin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
Fell in love with the sound that I created word to Cupid
Had to take time away from being so ruthless
10 toes down and the Hands to the sky
Bring a house
attention in the crowded place
I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face
Yeah, freak with your nuts, yo, that'll get her
Tell her that's she
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
I should stop by my grandmas house
I was thinkin' 'bout a sunny day
I was wondering how to make my dad proud of the son he raised
I was wondering
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
in the world where we got pandemics
And quarantines and niggas can't even go to roll
Or even make money how we used to
I needed to make this album
she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
playing"
This day and age for all and not for one
All lies and secrets put on, put on and on
Everybody Wants to Rule the World
"So I came in one- one day
spitting cemeteries until I'm in lyrical heaven with Pun
None of you niggas is scaring me none
You know where the fuck that I'm from
The city where houses
for bail, son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
Doing push ups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my
signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
to me
So do not blame me, but blame yourselves
I cannot help you, nor can you help me
I deny your former act in associating me as a partner with Allah
By
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
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