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November is the eleventh and penultimate month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars, the fourth and last of four months to have a length of 30 days and the fifth and last of five months to have a length of fewer than 31 days. November was the ninth month of the calendar of Romulus c. 750 BC. November retained its name (from the Latin novem meaning "nine") when January and February were added to the Roman calendar. November is a month of late spring in the Southern Hemisphere and late autumn in the Northern Hemisphere. Therefore, November in the Southern Hemisphere is the seasonal equivalent of May in the Northern Hemisphere and vice versa. In Ancient Rome, Ludi Plebeii was held from November 4–17, Epulum Jovis was held on November 13 and Brumalia… more »

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The way shit was going I knew this was coming just call me the prophet
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit
YEAH YEAH
Don’t care for the pressure the storm I could weather I got it togeva
YEAH YEAH
You Thought I was done
YEAH YEAH
You Still on my Dick
YEAH YEAH
The way shit was going I knew this was coming just call me the prophet
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit
YEAH YEAH
Don’t care for the pressure the storm I could weather I got it togeva
YEAH YEAH
You Thought I was done
YEAH YEAH
You Still on my Dick
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit I’m back for the bank
I was on go and outta control
Just blowing through gas I needed a break
Put down the gram I put down the snap
Money the only thing stand in my way
If it ain’t money you buzzin bout honey I see that you fly but get out my face
I’m in my bag So I’m bout a bag
Put myself 1st watch how long ima last
Member the days when I couldn’t record it was killing my soul I needed fresh blood
Niggas was capping and said I was slacking I fell off the grid for a couple of months
Took care my duty I’m slapping uzi cause now I came back and I do what I want
Instead of looking for the heart bet you I hit a vein
I got the power and even more fire to f*ck around and change a bitch DNA
It ain’t the same, what I bring to the table will gladly shit on yo steak
Thick long dick head game so crazy it’ll make her feel like she pissed
Listen to rumors, that I heard through the grape vine said ya Ex nigga pissed
Oh well tough shit
If he want what I got then he shoulda got on his shit
Now Zip ya lips don’t hate playa or the game you don’t like it
Then quit this that shit got the game by The throat November Legit
YEAH YEAH
The way shit was going I knew this was coming just call me the prophet
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit
YEAH YEAH
Don’t care for the pressure the storm I could weather I got it togeva
YEAH YEAH
You Thought I was done
YEAH YEAH
You Still on my Dick
YEAH YEAH
The way shit was going I knew this was coming just call me the prophet
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit
YEAH YEAH
Don’t care for the pressure the storm I could weather I got it togeva
YEAH YEAH
You Thought I was done
YEAH YEAH
You Still on my Dick
YEAH YEAH
Way shit was going I knew this was
Coming just call me the prophet yea I know the way
I’m going up I gotta new wave
So Look out below cause nobody safe
All that I done I done it before
But slow and steady never won me
The race
I’m living my life lets thickened the ice
My Drip getting cold so Allow me to skate
I heard all ya lies I looked in ya eyes
Saw the design that you see in a snake
Thought he was Smoove he thought I was food but NAW NAW I ain’t bite on the bait
You hear my latest it hit like greatest
But that is something that is not for debate
I gotta a few hits I landed some slaps
You gotta do better at protecting ya face
Holding the weight of everyday on your shoulders I can see how a nigga might break
Might sympathize but can’t empathize
Cause No cap that’s not how I was made
Shit wasn’t easy you gotta believe me
I make it look breezy my nigga on gang
I been left stranded took more than they handed
You cannot tell me that you can’t do the same
I took the pain and I didn’t complain
All of the work is gone work in my fav
Killed all my demons my soul feeling saved
What they gone say
Now that they on to November they gone to November
They oughta remember I’m not a beginner far from a pretender
So f*ck the contenders a lyrical killer repeated offender
GAWD
The way shit was going I knew this was coming just call me the prophet
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit
YEAH YEAH
Don’t care for the pressure the storm I could weather I got it togeva
YEAH YEAH
You Thought I was done
YEAH YEAH
You Still on my Dick
YEAH YEAH
The way shit was going I knew this was coming just call me the prophet
YEAH YEAH
Life took a toll I’m back in my mode I’m back for the profit
YEAH YEAH
Don’t care for the pressure the storm I could weather I got it togeva
YEAH YEAH
You Thought I was done
YEAH YEAH
You Still on my Dick
YEAH YEAH

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