Lyrics:
Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I'm missing
Get them checks right
The streets gon' love with what I
Do with mine on site
taxing a pack
Fasten the strap we never lose
Ain't nobody running with the WIIZ on a footnote
Me and Nine Milli rap hard like a book though
Chillin with
bout I'm heading out this country
One day I'll show you all that I can make it with this rap shit
I'm feelin' like I'm stuck, stuck up in a rapture
One
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you
sorry if you're missin' me on beats
Wanna know why I'm missin'? Listen to me, please
I walk around town with enough jewels to change a nigga's life
So
Because rap was a desert
And I helped minds escaped it
Yo Nas link it up it's
Like an ill typed bracelet
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug, CB4 Gusto
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
A newer route is what I'm bout I'm heading out this country
One day I'll show you all that I can make it with this rap shit
I'm feelin' like I'm stuck,
don't give a fuck about one
Them hoes ain't even got love and they boo-hooin
Now when I take it pass rap
While I'm still gang bangin bitch nigga catch
the morning that bitch deaded
But you shameless
Rolling joints with your hoes trying fuck someone that's famous
But we know how the game is
Don't hate me
demand
We're back, buk, buk, by popular demand
It's that West coast shit built strictly by Californians
For the grimy niggaz with cases that's tryin'
like you know we praying for you I tell her I'm grateful
And my daddy he don't talk too much
Not a day goes by that he don't show me love
And it hurts so
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
and for me to know
If you know my face salute
Parlez-vous français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo
If you know my
the plane
Have you on the run goin state to state
I can't seem to erase the stain
Only for you I ask God to show me the truth
See you in the crossroads real
50 Grand for my chain
Quarter mil' for my whip
10 Mil' for my house
I think that I'm gonna be sick
It seems like every MC is about
Loves telling
that's just a part of who I am
I'm Italian, I can't help it, we love talkin' with our hands
Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man
Your
People said to me the S-K-B
Is rap gonna stay until infinity?
As long as me and V be makin' up the beats
You will hear people sayin' "I hear music"
of malevolence with a subtle silent glow that gleams so heaven sent
anxious anxiety do me in
freshness depressive divin in
c wound cannot heal apart from it's own
step to the rear
Then it's time to step your game up
Ch-ch-cheah
Ch-ch-cheah
Ch-ch-cheah (Chamillitary mayne)
Got a couple grand hold it up (Up)
With
step to the rear
Then it's time to step your game up
Ch-ch-cheah
Ch-ch-cheah
Ch-ch-cheah (Chamillitary mayne)
Got a couple grand hold it up (Up)
With
gonna put on
Hoe leave me alone
Bitch I'm in my zone
And I play by the code
That's why I'm so damn cold
I could show you the ropes
But you don't wanna
cause my anger was distracting me
But I was always 10 toes to anyone who scraped with me
Tryna be a leader through my words who could rap with me
Never
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