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eric jamal – e.3 butter on the biscuit كلمات اغاني

oh, timmy. timmy turner never had a burner. always knew i was a son of a gun. n_ggas talk about it, but don’t be about it as son as they see when they first want to run. now pray for n_ggas that can be who they want. they live in h_ll like the air in their lungs and back of their mind. they know that they front try to cover with the money and stunt y’all doing too much. enough is enough. n_ggas watching too much snow on the bluff gassing you up until they pull up in the unleaded, then dump about ten out the pump. hope to god i die as rich as a bum that make change everyday for the ones that give a f_ck about the pеople in slums. cause first shall be last and last shall bе one. keeping them blunt. promise you n_ggas we weeding you out. this smoke you don’t want. you know in your gut all of your music is trash i’m here to empty the dutch my n_gga what up? i can stand behind my bars, i eat a sentence for lunch. i’m not here to judge but i can tell from all your jury you n_ggas mentally cuffed look guilty as f_ck all y’all’s be pressed to be youngins we call that benjamin b_tton. let’s keep it a hundred y’all posed to be teaching us something. you n_ggas ain’t preaching to nothing this god body like a verse from the sun i’m bred different yeah came i came from the crumbs n_ggas looking like that n_gga the one yo eric jamal that n_gga the one yeah i’m the one i champ myself. think outside the box. i don’t need no belt. every punch line on the beat get felt and i can’t be beat till i beat myself i’m the reason that your favorite rapper go stealth i can make a ghostwriter go and get help anything a boss know i’m going to sell n_ggas looking at me like a n_gga make oh hold up cut that in cash i’ma show you how you triple the bag. i remember every meal was a snack and now we’re treating every meal like a stack. the way that we brag we not talking poppin no tags or coppin was shifting the bags know that i’m black and you think because that i rap should be dripping in fashion living the fastest god and bobby and jack i’m a different type of cat. never lying when i rap small letters, no cap two c’s on my back. you ain’t asked me how i been. don’t ask me why. i’m matt coach cash on the mac real n_ggas a rap, rap, rap, rap. you ain’t cried with me then don’t smile with me. y’all don’t owe you nothing. you ain’t grind with me got my pop house and get my mama. get me some for my grammy speech got my mama with me n_ggas hit my phone but my line is busy so get n_gga mind your business don’t make me live it you don’t want see me pass the limit it ain’t fun if i write your ticket listen ammunition for competition and then put the mortician superstition my palm itching me not gotta go get it contradiction in my religion cause i know that lil win gotta send it to my ambition cause i’m dripping i envision the way i’m living i can see it so vivid picasso couldn’t pay me to pitch with my eyes closed and i’m still gonna witness i’m being broke but never been ignorant made broke and turned to riches, never been timid, always been myself to the realist position and even in stayed on the mission. i’m so independent. don’t depend on pen for the written i know that i’m different the way i rap. i know that i’m gifted the feeling, the tension. they feel like i’m a take the attention they want to be mentioned. they want a million likes on the picture but don’t want a picture for a system that runs up against us. so how the f_ck do you want to be remembered, n_gga? from to the top. so my pop, i’m a pop god when i’m a big like

- eric jamal

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