MF3

Open the studio back up Delete that bullshit and free the space on your Mac up It's been a long time I'm backed up, perhaps let's All get reacquainted and dapped up (ok, ok) We got the pleasantries out the way I got a lotta thoughts, I'm gettin' 'em out today And you gon' listen, told ya'll- you gon' miss him Left the game with a lotta rings, you gon' kiss 'em That's proverbial, I write proverbs - controversial Spit Miyagi-Do, left and right the circle you I'm flyer than psychos who want war Out of retirement, I'm Sly Stone in Rocky IV I never ordered shots of Yamazaki before But I do prefer my Scotch with no rocks on top of the pour In a Glencairn I'm not carin' 'bout the trends This is all from my lens, it's Music For My Friends Uh Uh Uh Uh M F M F M F This is Music For My Friends Mother F.... Now put all of your guards down I hear a lot of barkin' I'm 'bout to put these dogs down Skatin' over these beats like the Lords of Dogstown Five-six more and I'll calm down Then I'll go away, then I'll go back to my real life And you go back to yours with all the pain and the real strife Don't be mad at me cause my life's designed better And all you have is smoke, and sneakers, and SportsCenter We all make our own luck, go make yours Stop trying to figure out where you got off-course I mean it's pretty obvious, your whole plan was a mess And I don't even know what happened but let me take a guess Step One: you tried to be a rapper or manager Step Two: you tried to start a business they laughed at ya Step Three: you got a job for minimum wage But couldn't start a new chapter on a similar page Time to let go of high school and those were the days And start thinking about the next 45 and some change Before you fall victim to the error of your ways - again I'm on 10, it's Music For My Friends Uh Uh Uh Uh M F M F M F This is Music For My Friends Mother F....