Lyrics:
keep it real with yourself (with yourself)
I was trippin', trippin' hard, damn near fell (I was trippin', trippin')
Richard Mille in the field, I feel
way that you can drink so much
And keep yourself alive
We'll all die someday
So says Richard
He says that Canada is not the biggest
Country in the world
who did.
Many centuries ago, St Augustine - the saint of my church - wrote that a people was a multitude defined by the common objects of their love.
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
the balance of my hated season
Lasted at least until my winter
But now I just want not to see anyone
Richard doesn't know that one night's conversation was
to go
But I don't know it's the only way
We know we need to change
But change is just too hard so we
Expect that our mistakes
Will solve themselves but
of arc
Never ending fuck ups day to day call it the blooper reel
Signing to a major, get a richard harris movie deal
Richard, scream bitch
Matt lillard
Motherfuckers might feel a way
About this tonight
Beyoncé, I was hurt because I
Heard that you said you
Wouldn’t perform unless you won
Video of the Year
Over me
nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
impatient
Now she want a butt lift, now she want some LASIK
Just to see the bag clearer, that way she can chase it
Ayy, ayy
I remember grade six, I was up
speaking by chance
I was stuck up in the trenches
Education was a luxury
Running streets at age thirteen
Time flight, it is so funny
Richard Mille
the curtains, interpretin' how I exposed the surface
Of niggas that no one's ever seen
They hide behind these magazines
Let's see, I seen it all, way back
If
the press machine
After years that were long and lean
We're finally on our way
[Chorus:]
And Richard Nixon's on his knees he's sent so many overseas
nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
feels a little like reliving it
But I need your story
The whole thing
That's the only way I can figure out what really happened
I feel for you, truly I do
last year
Denying that was the past year
Now we got some class here
DTJ by the way
Brooklyn Brooklyn USA
Naysayers stay out my way
Jealousy stay out
it hap
One day pull up Maybach truck hop out fresh wit my new Richard
Member dukes was on my ass because I didn't clean the kitchen
Know I'm married
made it you know its a hit)
That bitch way too broke to ever see a ten
White bitch asking Marcus you making beats again?
Only wear white tank tops I'm
high to count it
Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish
I had a dime for every time that I was doubted
But then I think about it and I'm enraged
boys across the cheek with Isotoners
And went to tell yo mama and yo pop that you was a goner
Tell em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin'
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