Lyrics:
I'll still be able to break a motherf- table
Over the back of a couple of f- and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath
through 'em
Partition with the blinds pulled
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon' sign to 'em
Yeah
Back at it again, whippin' again,
through 'em
Partition with the blinds pulled
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon' sign to 'em
Yeah
Back at it again, whippin' again,
complainin' 'bout my shoes, I saw a man had no feet
Nobody would throw your dog a bone, and I ain't had nothin' to eat
Now niggas wanna sit at Gucci table but
you nothin'
I don't owe you nothin' (nah)
I don't owe you nothin'
Place my God above you
So don't stick me wit a label
Slam it down on the table
See I
(Hook)
Come to the table what’s the deal
If we talkin figures I need 7 forreal
I be aimin high I’m in heaven forreal
They know I’m the one between
Holidays in Jobúrg quite strange
I'm take her to Table Mountain
Let her feel love like an angel
Starbucks and teddy bears
Cat sleepers and Champaign
Tour
I fell in love with not knowing what’s next
Fifty singles written glass table no desk
No help none needed months no rest
Ima make sure it happens not
I am the truth
I am the proof
I am the bag
I am the show
I am the stash
I am the plug
I am the meal
I am the dough
I am the trophy
I am the table
I
raised
A bunch of kids and a little cain on Sunday
Sittin' at the table with my grandpa
Just listenin' to the way he talks about
How the worlds goin' down
It ain't hard to say lil mama I'm feeling you
How I been you over the table over dinner views
And I swear you got the best its over plentiful
You
for bad, god make a way out
We ain't where we wanna be, but we close to there. Big table, small circle, only a couple Chairs
Always can spot the fake
the j-league bangin' hard out the whip (hard out the whip)
Picked up the phone and hit my nigga pooh on sip (ring)
I got the call from 'te about a quarter
Hustle, you ain't even in my league sir
What's up with these nerds?
They be out here, gettin' their salads tossed, gettin' their leaves turned
The game
attract rappers and the ones who do the same thang
Playas in the league and dope boys who slang thangs
All tryna pull up on her, all she do is lane change
tomorrow for Little League try-outs."
[Mom:] "NOOO!!"
[M3:] "Yeah, I have to be at the field at 9 o'clock..."
[Mom:] "They're all gonna laugh at you!"
got a technique that'll
Give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more
Shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer,
Rest in peace to Heath Ledger, but I'm no joker
I'll slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on your table, nigga, no coaster
Burn bread everyday,
and 'caine
At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain
First album niggaz love me cause they thought I was poor
Guess I'm successful, industry
at my face
Romantic talking? You don't even have to try
You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight
Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white
hustle, you ain't even in my league sir
What's up with these nerds?
They be out here, gettin' their salad's tossed, gettin' their leaves turned
The game
you need to fight for your own)
That's right, I'm in it
(Then don't let me at your table) i'm in it
(If you just gonna lay there) damn right
(Fist jumps
I'm prepared to Kill
Tell roc nation prepare a deal
At table wit hov let's share a Meal
Tell thief at nite how dare u Steal
Call me Jesus Wright cant
for it, now my meeting table full of bosses
Had to build the league up from the bottom
Man, we did it, 10 seasons, made a name, now we a problem
I’m
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