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| Song: | You'll See |
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| Year: | | Length: | 0 sec |
Lyricist: Merkules
Lyrics:
Yeah
Maple Smoke, Mack Daddy Make 'Em Deaf, wad up? (Yeah) Stormdown wad up? (Brra) I remember I was fallin' in the pieces Crawlin' on my knees, I was arguing with Jesus I had to make a plan, but I had no help Every time I had a question, I would ask myself Mask in my reflection like I gotta find a purpose Find a right direction or be qualified as worthless A master at my craft, when I modify my verses Bothered by my words? Then you all try what Merk did Every single day is another test to pass All I'm tryna do is turn all these checks to cash Yes, my man, I really need start to see a profit now Way too many thoughts at once, I had to jot 'em down Not a clown like these dudes tryna two-step Who's next? Kill 'em with a rhyme that I moved left Plus I'm just gettin' started, I'm not done Problems are like assholes, everybody's got one They wanna see me at the bottom, doin' no good So I told 'em, 'Give me time, ya all see' (ya all see) I got my people ridin' with me, and we smoke good Everybody's gettin' high on me (on me) They wanna see me at the bottom, doin' no good So I told 'em, 'Give me time, ya all see' (ya all see) I got my people ridin' with me, and we smoke good Everybody's gettin' high on me for free And you can debt the drama 'cause I don't need that Each ounce cost two-twenty for that green crack All night I'm fightin' stress and anxiety Never have I ever been the dude that I tryna be My friends ain't friends 'cause my friends all lie to me Now I keep a lil' some stashed on the side of me Man, I had it up to hill with the nonsense I stay in the lab, pushin' serious content Pay attention close, start readin' the small print Burglar with a bully and get beaten in the ball pit And you can see us all comin' in the lunchtime Used to have to follow, now I'm runnin' the front lines Ask around, we got a team full of loonies Catch the kinda ass whupping seen in the movies Point-blank period, you bleed from the coochie Shit hits the fan and y'all leave like Battuzi They wanna see me at the bottom, doin' no good So I told 'em, 'Give me time, ya all see' (ya all see) I got my people ridin' with me, and we smoke good Everybody's gettin' high on me (on me) They wanna see me at the bottom, doin' no good So I told 'em, 'Give me time, ya all see' (ya all see) I got my people ridin' with me, and we smoke good Everybody's gettin' high on me for free
I've erm, I've ordered our armed forces on alert And I've ordered them to prepare to engage in Operation Canadian Bacon
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