Lyrics:
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range
motherfuckin questions it was time
somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
it was like a scene from psycho
the bitch
exhausted
I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in Hip Hop for, it's not why I got in it
That was never my object
presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are
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- Took my bumps and bruises/ in that Cubic Box// You ask um what you doing, I ask what you got//
- Call me Irving Curry, Crossed over , took my
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
I been loving me now and it’s such a vibe
I been digging deep down healing what's inside
If it ain’t for real baby I ain’t got the time
cuz I been
shit
Just for the leak you know
Aye aye aye
PD don't hit on my rhythm, yeah
I'll go in a cell just to shiv him
He tell don't believe yeah they dib him
we comin' from North side
That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin' "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old-heads, sold
Cook (hehe)
Funny you were Richer prior but wasted it, pa
Spent your dinero
Got robbed by dolls who use men like floss
My life complex like a mausoleum
bitch and now you thinkin' he know me
You don't know nothin', I got homies, I was touchin' the bottom
I came from nothin', now we flexin', and hollin',
(Brigade, too bougie)
(Mktheplug)
(Sapphire Beatsz)
Dropped the last ting
Got everyone askin', "What's with the mask ting?"
Is he wanted? Have
wood
And some skins just to channel with in
We aint together
She pretend
Blunt pearled light
From either end
This aint pretend he got drums
On sims
beyond your clavicles
But you gotta see the world beyond your avenue
And I said, Grandma, can you pray for me
I ain't been home in some days now,
from range
I'll be upstate with it
Cold out poles out living great with it
I ain't never been a snake but I stay spitting
I ain't never take a break know
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, y'know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride,
of revenue
This lifestyle has many, avenues to pursue
Hey crazy, you got nothing else to prove
Center of attention by the scent of your perfume
Call your
We in dis bitch 30 deep taking the roof off
Got the game by the neck in a noose trynna get loose dawg
This ain't no spoof huh they unsure what to do
He was a lost boy with rhythm
Heart broke SYRE has risen
Look at the stars, it's all written
Just hold the applause, I'm just kiddin', started
old train was bound
He punched my ticket then he whispered, "Memphis Town"
But there ain't no train to Memphis anymore
You've got to take the highway
club sound
Now put your peepers on me
Your eyes ain't on Jesus, leave it on Lee
Jimmy that is, from the Carolinas
Where corrupt police don't care about
a nigga like that so fake
No different from a snake
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you
And it ain't come from fucking suits
Because your ego I ain't through
Was kissing ass about a week ago
Now diss me cause you blew
Over some nonsense that
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