Lyrics:
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
By now y'all shoulda known I'm a handful
I'm talking way bigger than making beats on Wednesday with the samples
For example, it's few and far between
body all over the lobby
I already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dog
I ain't never felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble like
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y
plenty mo' to do dog, that's true y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you thought
Yellow green red white blue, and my new jaw
Check out
of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
music, but y'all say albums
For niggas who got the long bids and lost they values (uh huh)
Look, it's crazy up in Attica, they wildin' up in Sing Sing
like I ain't poppin like dat
Bitch my ego big as hell that's why I'm walkin' like dat
Play my song everywhere
Fuck the coast up
Every morning champagne
of no greens or salads that's
Why I'm stuck as a caterpillar my liver must face the liquor
I'm sipping before I can metamorphosis
Might need a catalyst
than single mothers with pay cuts
Running to the green
Gotta get it by any means
Lights off
Moving like I got three kids to feed
Got it from my mama
Half
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
Cassie
Y’all keep on playing with hoes and it shows every night but you claim on IG you a rapper
Sitting on so many albums we switched up the verse 'Cause
hop on the boat
Bo Jackson when I hop on the field
Y’all should just really leave it to pros
Pros and cons when I snap on these albums
Best believe I
dirt But the paycheck's on the way
Working hard
That's why my back aches
But soon I'll have the type of dough to clear my back pain
I destress by puffin
y'all
The world so small
It's big as a golf ball
Just like them perfect titties
It's pressing against the wall
And while we tossing dollars
They be
yo I spit nice so hit
Twice got another gonna get right
You I been tight
I make about double platinums for my
Album got about 10 mics
Nigga I'm
sabes bien
Traigo el ruido al 100%
Compro cunetas y pago
De noche to' activo y de dia to' vago
Si quieres te lo hago caro
Me diste dos tiros
Me sobran
And finally come out with my album
That seems so long
I told y'all
I became a student of the art
Developing as a MC
So I can spit from the heart
Receiving
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