Lyrics:
it's Jonny hanging by his neck all those metal
Albums have led him to his death
Now it's time for parents to open ears and listen maybe it's too late
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
Or so I've dreamed
Since I met you
I've been hollowed by your body
I've been hypnotized by all you are
Oh, all I want
Is to know your name
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Lend me ya ear for a second
I only need a few minutes of your time
Need you to listen to my records
Like really listen talking every single line
Yea
filler ray
We gotta get away, gotta disappear
So release your feet and lend me your ear
A: get on your feet now, and don't be lazy!
Get on your feet
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
album does him wonders
"Okay but" is clouted no matter his matter tons of numbers
I get consumed by the greed and then become a dad or plumber
No job
louder, cuz I’ve been coasting for hours/
I give you all of your power/
Feel like its paid by the hour/
It’s real when what's simple work/
(I only sell
everyday
Welcome to my world yours and mine
It's just written down in a rhyme rhythm
For your ears to capture
We 'bout to clearly snatch up the crown
do you dare
Throw down a line from off your little moon?
In a field in the fog
Right underneath the planes
The last few remaining clues
Are being
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
My sawed off by the bed, it's a craft-matic
The size of a Subway sandwich, ask Jared
Big foot givin' input
Every rhyme like Lisa Ray homie, fuck
through their Twitter followers, blaggin' em
By the way I've got an album out why don't you check it?
They listened once on Spotify and left it
Forget it
I
dumber?
Y'all gonna have to recover
When I pull you out of your slumber
Got consumed by being impressive
Ex girl said I was obsessive
Pardon me for being
bigger and better things... it's all about the lettering… when it comes to self bettering... and I can tell by your intelligence… I aint gotta worry about
an album
If you didn't hear your name well… Too Bad…
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
see – my vision is clear
Van Gogh – just gimme your ear, chea
I’ma put on a show
Baby, gimme Van Gogh
That’s all I need, that’s all I need
Impeccable
Please lend your little ear to my pleas
Lend a ray of cheer to my pleas
Tell me that you love me too
Please let me hold you tight in my arms
I could
me in so many ways
You have given me new eyes to look upon your world
Step by step I begin to see as you see
And hear as you hear
I suspect that
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