Lyrics:
I'mma chill baby, we don't want the devil in this bitch, naw
Got bad one we could call it Kelly Rowland
Ooh she get the jelly rollin'
I can nelly in
hard to grasp?
If no one hears you
You are in fact
Dead
It doesn't matter how much agony in which you die
Well how does a singularity explode?
Wait
Why
You had me lost in your words
Now I'm just trapped in the dirt
Feel like I should've left first
Maybe then I wouldn't hurt
I ain't been to sleep in
true: learn about Chapter 3-22
And the counterintelligence program, BLAM
Colonialism, DAMN
My homie's in prison, SHUCKS
I would like to pluck the lame
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that
of the dust, in the dusk
I must collect the samples from the rust
Penetrate the crust then trust no living
Driven by the sonic, language passion
Your ashes spark
And tell the truth I ain't the one he tryna mess with
So keep it on the down low or whatever you call it
Before the greater sex will have me trapped in
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
dancing on me
Trapped and condemned by the skeletons, in my closet
Push em down take a breath
Another round I'm exhausted
I don’t really care what you
Wiz, but all our checks are Cam'rom
Next chapter, next chapter, f-f-f-fatigues and cannons
Fresh rapper, fresh rapper right here where I'm standing
I wrote and recorded this entire album by myself
Within 2 weeks on a 20 cent mic in my closet
With every malfunction you can think of to be honest
to the are double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
E-v-e, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, double R what
nigga
3/5ths of a man, misquote and I'll choke on the rope
That's provided by the system, with holds on our throat
Deviation for a change lie deep in
pissing these Bobby Kellies off
Mentioning by their government pension number their interest for real}
You’ll tell me that I’m acting crazy
Then you goin’
scared, my nigga
(I know that you scared, my nigga, pussy, ooh)
Niggas be knowin' who with it, you know that we soldiers, had a nigga in the closet
Tie
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
thought you changed girl, but you the same girl
Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds
[Chorus]
When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home
on
Actually I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
??? long, head at night, head in the morn
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Don’t act loose or I'll tune you like guitars
Already September and you don’t know who we are
Chaos Meets Destruction you'll read all about us in our
this nigga tryna be funny
Tuh, the fuck? I can't fuckin' fit
I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick
I'm not talkin' gang shit
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
I'm trapped in a dream
I'm lost on a mission
I can't find a thing
It's hurting my feelings
She didn't want me
Now I'm gonna make me a million
She
foreign cars
Speeding through the projects
Everywhere I go yeah they know I'm up next
Million dollar shows go look in my closet
Everywhere we go yeah they
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
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