Lyrics:
Me cause I'm that historic
Bank account enormous, out ya category
Not to mention
Got a closet full of that Dior shit
Niggas claimin that they new
Ain't
never
Askin' Allah for it
Only difference is I be spazzin'
And still a proud poet put me in a category
I don't know what's a sadder story
Guts and glory
and atoms
Microorganisms, bacterial experiments
It's goin' down in the laboratory
No matter what the category
This young boy genius got 8 million stories
Damn, watchin' me gotta turn you on
I should have my own category in porn
Ooh, I'm just such an obsession
Tea about me, your IG suggestions
Thick, no
We don't ill, we chill at a party
Keep a groove that's sensual, three-dimensional
Unquestionable, the lover is professional
Got a category, my own
We don't ill, we chill at a party
Keep a groove that's sensual, three-dimensional
Unquestionable, the lover is professional
Got a category, my own
the labratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood,
Okey Dokey
Lookin' for a trophy
Giggolo, Romeo
Wrong category
More the dawn one type
Smooth like preacher
Your high school teacher
Just call me
still ain't kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my
do doesn't define who I am
Shaq, Denzel, Quincy Jones what's the category?
It's folks you look up to
The thousand dollar answer is up on the board
We don't ill, we chill at a party
Keep a groove that's sensual, three-dimensional
Unquestionable, the lover is professional
Got a category, my own
me like a hurricane
You hit me like a hurricane
You hit me Category 5
With your smile, blew me away
And girl, it ain't but midnight
You done
I was just a homie, a fun girl
I can still be your day one girl, mm
I don't understand it
Takes me out of the categories of marriage
Is it 'cause
got a preference, a wifey or a boyfriend
Or something in-between, we don't need no categories
How many out there just like me? How many out there?
guitars are dead
Category astronaut
Ain't got nobody
Ain't got nobody
Ain't got nobody
Ain't got no one to really love me
Ain't got nobody
a category of wack rappin'?
Listen, I'm Hulk, I transform and I smash rappers
You sipping on syrup, that doesn't mean you a sick rapper
See what it means is
to hail the whole of them
Me love me Mickey V. Him in a category.
Robin on guitar him just a nice up every bar.
Me love me Astro because him deh pon
If your man fits this category then dismiss him
You gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for him
Send him on his way, yeah,
Unity is a rare thing
Blind eyes of society bring
The category of minority
Now what are we supposed to be?
Born free to be
Powerless
the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our category
Unity is a rare thing
Blind eyes of society bring
The category of minority
Now what are we supposed to be?
Born free to be
Powerless to change
know how we get down
You know the business (Illtown illanoid)
Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)
Yessah, hah, yeah
in every category
Niggas say they love me, they don't love me
I know deep down they wanna slug me
I feel the vibe when they hug me
Luckily I rock
to his neck, I push the blade in him
Smoother than Kenny Lattimore in all categories
Killers know the deal (we used to be good friends a long time ago)
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