Lyrics:
party scatter
A plotugom graph
Make you say yes
Ibu d heat
Eyirom singlet
I fell in love with a princess
Kedu ife inyelumu
Love aburugo my weakness
Inö
swear they be fresh until i come around, thats when these n****s turn rotten
(Thats when these n****s turn rotten)
Cant use a graph but they plotting
Remember they call all geniuses crazy first
I am more than a rapper who drop a crazy verse
I am more than a producer with some rhythm to him
My words
glasses call me eyewear
Pulled myself off the high chair
I'm no different
No different at all
What's a rap without a rhyme
Something to keep you here for
They want me to fall
I give at my all
They cannot control me
I'm still playin' ball
Decline all my calls
This shit is so boring
She wanna go home
I
it's my last day
Cause it might be
It feel it everyday it's getting likely
A number on a graph what I might be
A talented waste look away please
Don't
need her
Plotting a graph for success
Run up I run up the cheques
Run up on you
You and your *cough*
You and your guys
No need to hide
Fighting my demons
knowing it
Bad magick
Bad magick
Bad magick
Bad graphics
Graph it
Grab
It
Stab it
Oo
Oops
This is wild
I am calm
Relax : Relax
Red white blackblackdark
Aye aye aye
Yeah
Always tell me I don’t call back
Always tell me I don’t call back
Always tell me I don’t call back
Always tell me I don’t call
Aye aye aye
Yeah
Always tell me I don't call back
Always tell me I don't call back
Always tell me I don't call back
Always tell me I don't call back
a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm and lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate time I
mortgage
Telling all they couldn't coordinate the graph
cccording to the fall but now they're crawling up the wall
While they be holding up the straw
how can I lose
Tom Brady with the pen, I got em feelin like the game is rigged every time, but I'm just a
Cool Jerk
Yeah, yeah, that's what they call
never digress (never)
Your last man didn't passed the fly test (test)
I eat rappers, no digest, fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (yeah)
Money
the personality named trife, ready to heist
Smashin 'graphs, snatch the ice, crush your mental device
Thought twice, shoulda thought once, got played for
this shit off, though
Look
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla
a conference call on my
Hands-free car telephone, lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself
Shootin' the breeze, cuttin' it up real tough like
Choppin' it up like
and it's hard remembering
Places and faces they think I'm what December brings
The day is just like moments turned to hours ,
All the graphs, sound check,
jive, where's your glass
We so dirty, we don't flash
Too clean, call us trash
Why's you always looking mad
Too great, call us bad
When we late, then we
my faith in whores
Never let my information leak through my forewall
They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls
No matter if I'm in
access
Swiping for the masses
Call him nothing less of the mother fucking caf god
Raps as gourmet as his souffle
Running around town like every day
Take the competition down so call me rambo
Slide up in this bitch and go commando
Commandos are you with me
Prepare the studio for battle
Plug in
To take real chances.
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest
I like to call this the not-so-great depression,Because it's kinda bad, but not so great.I like to call this the not-so-great depression,Not as great
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