First I wanted the fame. Now I just want the money And I don’t have to explain cause all you gotta do is turn on the TV to see that that shit will turn a motherfucker insane But Ill admit it, Im an addict Thought I quit, now Im just back at it Back to backpacking cause Mack done got it crackin And we piggybackin off of that action, go head and ask him I aint lie. Ask around The Town, I aint shy. But some still take the train to say I aint fly. It’s all good, I’m all smiles, I survive, yep. Couple grand in the bank. Couple grand in the pockets. Ain’t concerned with the take so I aint paid but Im paid enough not to talk shit. Hashtag whatever, I’ll never give ’em the effort. A cleverly armed melody put em on the trapdoor then pull the lever. Let em fall forever. Yeah, forever ever. I don’t give a shit how many youtube views you got naw naw naw naw my shit is better
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean. I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean. I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates. I let the beat do the talkin, they out they seat when I walk in though, ugh Michael Jackson, Bad. Born in the 80s, rad. Mama was a DJ, always played Jazz. So here I am, 20 years later, mic in hand and when I hit the stage, they be like GOD DAMN! Ain’t rapped in months, but still the best out cause most rap sucks and I don’t care who knows, give zero fucks because I paid my dues and took my lumps. Ucck. Black and Scottish, kilt it. Really black and Irish, Celtic. But I digress, tried to drink my pain to hide my mess but that shit don’t work, I tried my best, naw it just got worse with what came next. Life. It is what it is though. Aint scared to let the tears flow. That’s grown man shit homes. Still bad to the bizone, tell em Kubi’s on deck and I bet they yelling that it’s on!
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean. I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean. I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
