Paroles de Mayor
I was that little rapper at the party no one ever afterBut I was a natural, that’s my first chapter
You was the worst rapper, I was the best rapper
Since I could remember though
Then I met one with a better flow
Never wrote
Better than that day I never let that go
Gotta get that dough
Nah, Wik too intellectual
Had to slow it down
Let y’all know how I roll around
See, I seemed to glow and pound
At any fist seen holding out
You know I'm 'bout what I wrote about
Trust me, you’re knowing that
When you see my face on stage quoting that
I’m going back to Lees and Clyde’s
I seize the night
What I speak, I write
I need it like, you need it like
Like we need it right?
Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though Anyone can walk through my block too
Ask me any question, y’all can harass me
When I travel, I’ll be back, B
Here’s my math, don’t ask me
Why it’s jerz?
Ain't got a phone, it’s Matt’s piece
My bad Matt, have to apologize advanced G
You my whole campaign team
And he saw something in me
Thank you for fucking with me
Lubansky
Damn G, let's get this bank B
Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though
Yeah, I see y'all
Nah, it's all good man
We got this shit right here
Y’all had doubt that I had a chance
Took the only route that I can
Now we flying in to South of France
You can pout man while I dance
Cry away while I fly away
Another city to annihilate
All I gotta do is rhyme today
Tell me what time I’m on stage
Tell me what time I’m on stage
There’s some shit that I gotta say
Tell me what time I’m on stage
Back to the city that I’m raised
The mayor faded with a fade and stayed in
Everybody’s favor
Soul made of gold, know that we major
Way before The FADER
More concerned how I came home, heard my homes was tasered
By some pig, over sayer, cop, overseer
Shit's over, I’m saying it gotta stop
I’m zoned and laser sharp, but I’m here and I know I need you
Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though
Gotta get that dough
Nah, Wik too intellectual
Had to slow it down
Let y’all know how I roll around
See, I seemed to glow and pound
At any fist seen holding out
You know I'm 'bout what I wrote about
Trust me, you’re knowing that
When you see my face on stage quoting that
I’m going back to Lees and Clyde’s
I seize the night
What I speak, I write
I need it like, you need it like
Like we need it right?
Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though Anyone can walk through my block too
Ask me any question, y’all can harass me
When I travel, I’ll be back, B
Here’s my math, don’t ask me
Why it’s jerz?
Ain't got a phone, it’s Matt’s piece
My bad Matt, have to apologize advanced G
You my whole campaign team
And he saw something in me
Thank you for fucking with me
Lubansky
Damn G, let's get this bank B
Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though
Yeah, I see y'all
Nah, it's all good man
We got this shit right here
Y’all had doubt that I had a chance
Took the only route that I can
Now we flying in to South of France
You can pout man while I dance
Cry away while I fly away
Another city to annihilate
All I gotta do is rhyme today
Tell me what time I’m on stage
Tell me what time I’m on stage
There’s some shit that I gotta say
Tell me what time I’m on stage
Back to the city that I’m raised
The mayor faded with a fade and stayed in
Everybody’s favor
Soul made of gold, know that we major
Way before The FADER
More concerned how I came home, heard my homes was tasered
By some pig, over sayer, cop, overseer
Shit's over, I’m saying it gotta stop
I’m zoned and laser sharp, but I’m here and I know I need you
Don't do it for top ten or radio
Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
I ain't a player but the mayor though
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