Lyrics:
everybody
Award shows, winning Grammy's, that is my dream
So please tell me right now, who do you want me to be
J-Doc
Yo
I just wanna write a hit, like that
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
Let me see ya roots, roots, roots
Roots, roots, roots, roots
I said give it to me one
Time but it's part three
I'm biting at it like shark week
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
inspire me while I be cooking it up on the road
Hit a freestyle 80 miles an hour accompanied by 808's and J. Cole
I call it 444, that's that 444
If you
reminds of J. Cole’s album 2014 Forest Hills Drive
He does this same shit too
I guess I, I guess I copied him
Now I see why he did it ‘cause it’s so, it’s
just wanna meet a team
Who follows my dreams
And listen how its becoming real
Keeping loyal
Feeling sober
Finding dollars
In these lord bars
Sentado en
back on track
I been back online
Flowin like water
I feel so divine
Frozen as ice
I feel so sublime
Just like J. Cole
I'm still on my grind
Can't wait
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
courts
Bring them in four by three
Bring them in four by three
Bring them in four by three- three- three
Oh I'm too sentimental, give me woes
Elemental,
like Mr. J. Cole, called me a god but I'm humble, so I said if
You say so, still clapped them cheeks though, ate it up like chips and queso, but I'm
Bailar
Suave Suave
To give her gasolina make them dollars go Katrina
On my Tone Loc I need a Funky Cold Medina
External blacker than J Cole
Internal Hector
gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with
and I don't wanna do without it
Day and night, I dream of us doing whatever
But I guess I'll have to wait until that day comes (yeah)
You're missing
and I don't wanna do without it
Day and night, I dream of us doing whatever
But I guess I'll have to wait until that day comes (yeah)
You're missing
yeah
Oh my I'm so cold, I keep a Colt, no 45
Before I decided to get cosigned with J cole
I was the one behind these bars
And still did no time i still
l'amour
Est la plus profonde
La réalité de luniver
Cet juste la forge de l'énergie.
Que du Bay
BayX3
Dollar no MIC fogo no pipe, peso na bic e cagada
to get by
Pour another whiskey while i’m listenin' to Left Eye
J.Cole in the left hand, Carl Marx on the text line
You can find me with a textbook
his prime
We was taught 3 main religions
Ask Walter Williams
The destruction of civilization
By Chancellor Williams
I'm a student from
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
from hell in a cell to be able to live
I went from poor to wealth and I hate this
A Dollar and a Dream it ain't always what it seems
So be careful what
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