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By facing my old past and start writing my own imprint
Left forearm, write on my own, in print
Everything happens for a reason, that's what I live

your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in

pay ima prolly hit the spot
Ma niggahs move dope faster than you sling a fucken Rock
Shawty get this paper while she riding on the block
We prolly do

On the top is where we belong
It's like we're King Kong
M4 made the beat that we're on
And it's a hit song
Ain't nobody holding us down
Shout out to Hong Kong

I don't want a life led by life lessons
Still waiting for kind presents 
My first 5 albums out built on conscious, built on thoughts, now reinventing

Keeping mementos
Holding on
To little ticket stubs from movie matinees
But nothing hits me
Quite as strong
Like that photo of us out on the bay
I'm

about when I rhyme
Range from fuck crimes to tough times
Line to line it's all mine
But dmac produced it

The bars by Tres Louis
Popping off in hip hop

si cigu, vyfukujem dym
Riešim len súčasný moment, nerozmýšľam nad ničím
Nejak má chytá slina, dal by som si niečo piť

Medzitým navarím další nový hit

on my pivot because life short like a snippet
You wasn't here in the beginning so don't ask for forgiveness
I told y'all on my first album one day we

need help or you're going through shit
Headphones, come straight to this album
I put it on my life that I been through it too, fuck sakes I ain't tryna

for saying I want more to hold for
Cause my respect has been due time
I ain't even really hit my prime
I just murder shit like it's a damn crime
I think

Rent out some bouncy houses
For the album party
When this shit comes out
I'll have hoes all around
Throw them sprinklers on
Get these bitches rowdy

evident
It’s meant to be
When it’s heaven sent
My pen is mighty
But my righty 
Probably hit you better
Your bitch loves you
But I bet I probably 
Get her

up,
Come with me and watch come people get done up.
Recking shop just for fun bro, is the motto we life by,
And all I’ve got is my fam, 
So if you mess

me I seen you by the corner you had a straw hat
And dressed like Tom Sawyer now I'm bout to call the police so they can
Haul ya down to the station

My albums should hit like a semi truck
How much thought could a dumb fuck chuck
If a dumb fuck stayed stuck
And a thought never fucking struck
Good

my life and you don't believe
Don't believe it, you wanna see it
Give her one round now she need it
Smokin' backs by the packs now I'm leavin
And she

albums
Manifest the game - Thank you, if Im welcome
When I stack my lil change 
It be change for the better
I ain't ever went up out my lane in your

Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry

life
And if i take my time
I know
The kids gon' turn out fine (Pray)
Pray when I catch that light
It won't take them by surprise
I see decades in

belongings forgotten

Where I've gotten is not by accident
Faltering faith but its never ment
Influence in this life got us all tryna vent
No matter my faith

This album is dedicated to my mother. (Thank you)

Morph north towards your doors...

Lay into the chords now as I tell you how I feel
Sharpening my

album of mine
This the beginning of something that's gonna evolve
Haters they hatin' they want me to fall
Planning to show all the non-believers
I also

like depression
Bars hit your soul and leave tethered
Your spirit go up like three sevens, yeah

My bitch bad like a demerit
I pirate your album