Lyrics:
back?
Hamilton
I need my right hand man back
Uh, get ya right hand man back
You know you gotta get ya right hand man back
I mean you gotta put some
'm Nothin' like he is
Really got buzz, I'm movin' in light Years, your nigga so old, get a new One, B-Lee
Too cold, said she wanna do him, bet She gon' fold,
or the thrill
Let me get by
The pressure adding up, watch it build
Let me get by
I gotta get the light I won't quit
Let me get by
I just live my life and wanna
I do a great job
Never had to state size
I get bitches, stay dog
Pedigree or they ride
Call’em jezzie man slate her
Only Jessie tryna date guys
thinking, what's she gonna do? (Ooh)
She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin', I'm through (ooh)
Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm helpless
Oh,
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
The top off in a strange way, I'm tryna fight fame
Am I still sharin' my location with you?
Feels like I'm on probation with you
Too hard to have
to erupt (lets get it)
Ayy best believe you better pick n' choose
By myself gotta make this move
Still smokin' weed when I'm in the stu'
Fuck niggas,
really couldn't get no blacker
I'm sinking deep to the slickness of the horn
I'm thinking take the hipness and just lay it in my form
So when
Don't cry I'm with you don't cry I'm by your side
And though my flesh is gone, Hoo Ohh
I'll still be with you at all times
And though my body is gone, Hoo
stolen by mundaneness ones
We'd get in trouble mouthing rebuttals if they didn't succumb
To what the major population wanted you to become
I'm thinking
I
force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake
Hustling them E's and that
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
comin' for me
Better tell em I hate to lose
I paid my dues
Never been a fraud
You don't want smoke out here
Don't choke out here
Don't get involved
Sucka
late did your spinning head get carried away?
(Come on)
Well, come on, who were you thinking 'bout?
I was up and away, still you wanted to stay
Now
for what
I ain't gotta do nun' bet she still give me head
I been doing my thing, now they saying I changed
I don't get how you want me to still be
me, you don't me
Inside of my mind, stuff is ugly
Crazy all the time, like I'm Bruce Lee
It's 'gon fill it up, inside like that
In my feels yeah, stuck
you heard I ain't the guy
That's a lie
Not ain't rich yet, but I still get by
And I won't get spun 'cause no one will try
To feel the thrill so step up if you want
Though I'll crush you when you will
You on point, Ran? (all the time, Int)
Well I got your back, supplies are
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
Because I still get a thrill thinking of you
And I still feel your lips kissing me too
Although our love affair wasn't to be
I wonder if you care
You've got me thinking "How did they get themselves into this and how will they get themselves out of this?"
Is this exhilarating?
Yeah but the next thing
know how he talk his shit
I'm like "oh, shit"
And all this time I'm starstruck, man
I'm still thinking 'bout, you know I'm picturing these niggas
hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
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