Lyrics:
just like you
Believing you're the one so soon
But to her you're just number two (Aay)
Dedicated to all the sidepieces out there
That are striving for
go make reservations at a real nigga's destination
Two girls in the tub, that's luxury
You disagree? That's fuckery
Saying "fuck you" cause you
matter where I do look
You are so wonderfully great
Like in a picture book
You are a mastermind
You are so dedicated
Used to pleasing everybody
You‘re so
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
We know, yes we know
I set my ego on fantastic.
Still, you're fuckin' with my plastic
Take a second and medicate it
Dedicated, medicated,
They
VERSE 2 Cognition
I got a bible and a burner
Modern day Nat Turner
No body can master me
masters got 3
Survival of the fittest
I testify, you bear
Aye no wonder why they hate me
I'm so undeniably iristibly dedicated
To putting these pussy niggas thats rapping
Down in the pavement
The pack is
the block
I'm in the hundred, Trae in the six, Doug in a drop
Letting it up letting it down, hauling the tops
Two pigeons on the dashboard, snub in
it
Don’t wait for it
Verse 2
Skepticism
A new religion if you didn't get the mechanism to they cynicism
Here's a front seat to my narcissism
little sister when they're singing Christmas songs and playing right Christmas music, isn't lonely and isolating anymore. When you're a mother of two
will not understand it)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, this jam is dedicated to you, boy, just listen
Take off your coat, get in a fit position
Cause I'm about
the Churchill War Rooms were the underground command center used by Winston Churchill during World War II. The war rooms have been preserved exactly as they were
we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's
and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
fucked, scatter stones, get out my cool-Aid
I'm blasting away from all you haters
Hit me up on my two-way
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Besides some bullshit
don't know what I've been through
You see, I'm dedicated to loving you
Can we be one instead of two?
After all, all these years
Baby I know I've caused
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
let her call him by his GOV
Pretty old thang
Ain’t got to lie about your DOB
Pretty old thang you could be born in 1903
Pretty old thang this dedicated
to the top
Dedicated to my craft
So I'm never gone stop nigga
I did it by myself
Yup
I'm really out here posted on the block
By myself
For real
I didn't fix my
and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
nearby
Her looks are a lullaby, to pass us by, she's too fly
Never gunshy, hair is blown dry
She craves a wiseguy to help her gain amplify
So when you
tell when these streets close our eyes
(I think I'm losing my mind) (x2)
Verse 2 (Sons of Funk)
Sleep with a nine right by my side
and mob they presidents
On cuts I'm legendary, by any means necessary
These cake ass niggaz scary, and singing like canaries
You'll find a cemetery, if you
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