Lyrics:
had no luck to pull me up...got faith misplaced that good grace an about face not too late no need hate a true waste...forget the bragging back it up
Maurice had tatted up my middle finger
cin't want be no superstar wanted to be da biggest Ganster
So comfortable with my Rod yo last supper I could paint
eternal aad I've come to make things free
Again? Yes, can you pass the test?
Well no need, Jesus scored the best
Just take that curve and make it plain
I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty
It's time to change the world
You are cordially invited, to join us on the floor
And by the way, today's the day
That you've been waiting for
No
of the truth and it's naked
It's verbatim and it's shakin'
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no more gettin' elated
No more listless invitations
I live by
you
To the test
I know he did
You need the
Best of the best
Well babygirl
That's why
I'm still right here
Allow me to
Demonstrate girl
You gone love
All
Hit em'
Yo I don't know what's up with this cat
But all I know, he's gonna be mine
Yes I'm the supa dupa, I'm a superstar
I got a super flow that
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
Do you really think this is a good idea?
I mean, no, probably not but yeah
Alright, see you at my place
'Kay, see ya
I'm complimented by your
dough
All by myself, I don't need no dose
Yea I like to fuck but I ain't no hoe
Now you an op cause bitch you chose
Yea you chose, okay then bet
You aint
I'm not worth the buffing
colder months for getting moody, thankful I'm no good for cuffing
seriously hurting I know I'm no good for being loving
This here an invasion
I be on some different shit
Man they gon think I’m crazy
Fuck your invitation
They see how I’m dripping
Skip the fronting
game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunner's
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need
an invitation to my place for dinner
I want you so bad, I can't wait for it
Can't you see my love is blind, i'll even pay for it
What's your vice girl
I want
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else
to the top, that a way
I need crib sitting by the lake
I ain't got no time to lay around
I ain't got no time to play around
If she come through imma lay it
warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin
close my eyes
And pretend this allows me to hide
Daddy, daddy, why are you sleeping
When I need you by my side?
Why did we start this journey
When we
(Ooh)
(Yeah)
(So good)
Hey, you love the way that I groove it
My rhythm makin' you move it
You lovin' what I say
So hot I need a wet face
I remember running round the city by myself
I remember running round town by myself
Ion really need no drama ion really need no help (Help help help)
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
arguing and bustling
Gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustling
I'm wrestling with words and ideas
My ears is pricked, seeking what will transmit
The scribes
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