Lyrics:
I've got to sing a little something
That I haven't rehearsed
It's about my man
And his name is Hillel
For who my love
Is woul brother sacred
Take
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky
You
see why these people always got my back
I done said so much f- up sh-, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by accident
I had a purpose
Furniture in my nesting
But by force I'm suggesting
Ya count your blessings
I've got love and assurance
I've got new health insurance
And I've got
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
I've got the skills to pay the bills, yo
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah, what you got
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob want a snack
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob got the pack
(Woo-ha)
What's the craps on the motherfuckin' fucked that line up?
Nice
You make
went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better'd get
rapper, don't you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy will ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
getting money you cant tell me how to do it
Pull up in a rolls and I told you that's my new whip
Side by side when we sliding it be tandem
Tell me what's
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
gold
her eyes and lips a take ya sold
told my dawgs i'll never fold
but give me that in return
well ninja you live and you learn
some fly some
doesn't always look perfect
And cookie-cutter isn't always worth it
But as long as I've got you in my sights
This Christmas will be just divine
Let's take
doing with the generation gap?
Yeah, I'm behind my movie camera
I've got my megaphone
You can call me Alexander
It's nice to meet you all
I've got the skills to pay the bills, yo
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah, what you got
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
to rise
I'll chase you off of this earth
I got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer
Askin him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can't
niggas been looking
So pitiful
My whip game so critical
I let you talk
But it's sad I hear minimal
Bob Ross
I got different color faces on me
Yellow faces
and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes,
to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case
Anxious to get in some shit, got your
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