Lyrics:
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
slippin' (Nah)
Steady grippin'
I don't drop a lot of albums
That don't mean that I be slackin'
I'm just workin' through the pipelines
Waitin' on the right
this album in a frame
Watch me spit, this finna be flames
Saved by the bell, you know this one gon' be swell
Every story that I tell, spitting rhymes
Aaron Hernandez
Crash Dummies
Jose Fernandez
The game foul tryin to knock me off my pivot foot
Stand tall and stay grounded like a moose's hoof
Its Banks
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
bought four of them chains
Glowin' up until I'm tourin' the game
Restorin' the game, rappers is wildin'
Baptized 'em, now I drown 'em
Trap album, now
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
S and M this ain't for SNL
I'm giving them H E double L
Imma play the game like GTA
So I can pay for steak at STK
Can afford to eat it everyday
By playing
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not
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
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose
Four albums deep as a quester but still we payin' dues
So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
an acronym
Flow so trill I should patent it
Never serve bubble rap when I package it
Blows by the truckload when the track is sent
In other words, you all
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
themselves
'Cause they done sold what I still have but mine is not for sale
The game's a marathon, ya bitch, and only time will tell
Y'all cosign, fly by
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
9 years into this game nothings has changed they asking for more
A lot opportunities coming god has in store
I’m done being stuck below I’m
will all be explained
Like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda
Rational when I be asking you
"who is more dramatical?"
This one
surrounded by fellas who care
When your album is selling, the crowd isn't yelling
Yeah, keep your eyes open, watch everything around you
If time is money, then
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
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