Lyrics:
motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale
mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
'Cause when I'm around you be quiet
But when I leave you be talkin' again
But we gonna do it how
of pussy shit and
Me I'm just the remedy
'03 get rich, nigga, you remember me?
Shorty rock her hips she get
To looking like an entree
Bad bitch, fat ass,
like a soft punk?
You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style and
Learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
"Tell your ma, tell your pa
our loves are gonna grow ooh-wah, ooh-wah"
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I
Conelrad
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well
Turned on my record player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
Tell your Ma, tell
I ain't so get your gating asses off of my comments
What I'm trying accomplish
Gonna be so iconic
Taking over the world
Radio stations I'm on it
to school
Be calm and cool don't be no fool
I'm talkin north and northwestern, and central too
K.C. and Joyce we gonna rock for you
I'm sayin peace to my
and so assertive all fresh n' new
(Ooh)
I'm inside your brain, Michael Jordan put me on mute
(Huh)
Even you can be a git, fuck the le' be ready to sit
right
Get back to the flow, so I will be alright
You can never break me, I got everything
Getting back the throne, cause I'm the fucking king
Taking it
on me
Without half a dime at Christmas time
I'm Saint Nickle-less
With a bit of fickle interest
In being unapologetically
The worst version yet of me
If
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
put ya head in concrete
I’m not one to test, but if you wanna test me
Then you gonna have cardio version on repeat
I don’t have a k, he got a K around
tucked
You can't blame him nowadays niggas be moving funny
They just want the clout I'm only motivated by the money
Airing out my problems hits me home but
yeah, yeah)
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
swear I'll never do this, but is it okay?
Don't want to be that guy but it's my birthday
If everything ends with the photo then I'm on my way
Oh
Oh
makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock
vision, tiger soul, anonymous alacrity
And pulse
Held together by a beached bucket of bolts
I’m here to bleach masker lust
And touch false allegations
Where
Ding dong, I'm at your door, here's a gift, your like wait what for,
I turn around and don't say more, I just leave, like please,
Why can't I just be
yeah, yeah)
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still
why everyone always rock wit you
Cus you just a cool ass nigga to be around no cap
So what place you tryna go to bro?
Damn I appreciate that bro for
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