Lyrics:
like my rap
It's like the yak is the fights that got me spillin' on the right track
And I like this Will so I might get ill
On the mics somebody might
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
ain't no magician
It's like a rabbit outta hat
How i came up a M
Just to show i appreciate you for
Taking a minute
I Added a couple bonus tracks
But
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
She just want all my love
And my time
Girl I'm one of a kind
It's your world
Do whatever you like
I ain't gone judge you
Cuz you doing it right
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
flames on track
That's straight up facts, yeah !
I make mistakes and I live with 'em
I don't forgive so I don't mind if
You do the same to me
Homie it's
we would gonn' do it
He gave me a ladder to beat on this music
I can do it again if you bring it again I'll kill it again yeah yeah
See they can't
proven yourself worthy
For a bonus hidden track
Going through the tides
I'm taking the rides
I'm not here to be by brides
I am here to teach you a law
a second bonus song
Yes, it's the same beat as the last one
But this will not be the last one either
But it wasn't so much like the first
That you would
It's time to compress
My first album
Hopefully they see the real me
Call me cocky
But I never like what I do
Judging me
What does that say about you
Done
catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock
At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like
catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock
At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like
the debt
Sleep
Bonus Round
This is the hot tin roof stepper
Hold it down with centipede foundation
Mr. Greed who burns rugged obstruction in bunches
Vibes innit (I'mma take my chances never get caught)
Look (Mandem know that I do not slack)
It's EnBiEn innit
I got this look
Ca-Ca-Ca-Came up to take
fine on the east side
Fly like I'm on it
I'm only goin' to the corner
To cop a look at opponents, got my katana
A bonus i level up in the forest
I'm
a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask
like you need to do this shit
He was like Alright say less
And then next thing I know, three months prior to
The tape being finished
When we finished it
If you don't know how I could show how
If I do show how keep it low down
You gotta walk in my shoes for like forty eight miles
I was this close
your whack self
It's like this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reeling against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
You're scrappin'
a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask
face when I tell you "no"
So high brow, but your brow so low
Ahhh can we do this for a while, can we do this?
In your floral robe reading smut, you
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
like the rest
I Love Bk
Im tryna fuck lil baby no we is not kids
Haha Okay Bk
Don’t do the kissing telling baby that will be the end of this shit
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