Lyrics:
tacks in they wall with a picture of me
Up underneath it got my name across they long sleeve tee
And hoodie and jeans
Etcetera these
Little haters only do
Ah shit, some shit always going down
Watching from the shore, I ain't never had to drown
Just carried by the waves, I've always been around
Never
I'm not really too concerned with a Sucka MC
Or how the record industry is run by Illuminati
I try to focus energy on He who made the
Inhabitants
of a burnt skin life
She broke through for me
She kept me for two months extra
I facing the wrong direction, refusing to exit and etcetera
She however, being
brothers in the street that are lurkin
Greatness is what I seek, sikh like a turban
You that I be twisted like a film by Timmy burton yeah
And you know I’m
be calling him chowder
By the way that he hustles
If you ain't bout your bag then
You ain't gotta trust em
Pussy boy think I'm bluffing
But my stature
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
gonna meet up that night
And then I like go out and you’re with another dude, like
And then all your friends are like
Girl, what are you doing?
What is
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
instance
Stars in, your eyes, I'm wishing, wishing
My rhymes are so raw, I'm rare, etcetera
I'm trying to put behind me all the shit that I said before
All
There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong
Soul Assassins
The Alchemist suckers are hidin
Yo turn the power on, insert the disk
Tonight you ain't the joint if
You ain't Muggs or Alchemist
Most
waiting for finally happened, I connected with the A&R of RCA records and I was asked to submit music for Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album. I had
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
do alone it but together we're too strong
"Suckas are hidin" *Cut and scratched by Babu*
[Iriscience]
Ahah, Dilated, full effect
Stealth, makin
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
God gave me this gift
And guess who I share it with
Guess what I glorify
Money and sex
I suspect I'd horrify
All who are close to me
Granny would
Rord
Kelly the bad, Kelly the bad man
Bad man
Onwero
Hmm
Wfss
Loving you
Woowoowooo
You are killing me, you are killing me
What a crazy
I've entered the building from left of centre
And I endeavour to beat a beat till it's severed like seven then tether
And come together etcetera send
planet I'm on? (Yeah)
Um, I'm on Venus givin' aliens penis (Uh-huh)
Juice WRLD, Makaveli, I mean it (Uh-huh)
Diamonds R. Kelly, wrist get to peein'
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