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a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen
Yeah, this shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets
This album just a biproduct

Defined by delivery I was cmazon 

I am not of this world it's what I landed on 

I shoot my shot till it's empty you rappers canons gone

Mc's

told (Told)
Truth be told (Told)
Truth is
Better say it like it is
Truth is
We dont die on these hills
Truth is
I don't care for the hits
(Truth is)

state, what I heard, somebody should show her around
Yeah I prolly threw my hoodie up and payed 'em no mind
I prolly played my favorite album like I did

rappers claiming that they too legit
But when the game counts, they Pete Carroll, man, they ain't really running shit

Drop the album tomorrow so I can

head out the grass, then we yanked him
Can't hit this one on the head, so we flanked him
If they don't give me respect, then I make em
Woah, that's just

and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my

I get in line with my Chakras
Fly like helicopters
A hippie understands the assignment smoke proper
Finished off the album while the homie was locked

making albums making hits and I’m making the music daily
You in the mood play me can’t get enough of my tunes are crazy
I’ll never lose my lady we got such

Make you all just look like clowns
I don’t do this for the clout
I ain’t stopping till the crown
Is resting in my palace please
Call me by your majesty

wave put it on or cry about it
PaQ just dropped his album everybody shouting bout it 
Put that chain on, hit a fuckin dance 
If we talking cash I need

thing straight
I needed some assistance 
So I searched the web
Kannibal is what I found so I give him cred
I need another album 
That just what I tell

a hug
Thought I was in love I mean, I guess it was the drugs

Making plays every day, by any means
Dirty clean, every way
Love or hate her, you can name

moves on, we’ll see
Who can survive
Just like the rule of three
Things come in succession 
That is the lesson
So if I drop a song or album
Just know

check the tally a negative sum

Yeah I do this shit without breaking a sweat

Parlay ya album let’s make it bet

Divy ya music and add up the odds 

For

give me the smoke
Step up to me, I'll grab you by the throat
Take that fake Louis V and I'll piss on the coat, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah
Yeah,

(what) (what)
Some shit you don't need to know (yuh) (yuh)
Hit the gas and eyes are low (yuh) (yuh)
On this album i be bleeding my blood
I don't care if I

hit
Trust me, you don't wanna see me get messy
I'll spread it all out and not forget 'bout the berries
Come get yo nigga he poppin' her cherry
He wanna

give me the smoke
Step up to me, I'll grab you by the throat
Take that fake Louis V and I'll piss on the coat, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah
Yeah,

With the all seeing light
I can see it from a far
At other times felt like
The dog chasing the car
But I had enough time
enough patience
Hit 21
Made

release a record without cats sending message
Like has he renounced being Seventh Day Adventist?
I should hit you with a mack truck and say it was bad

brother
Every day it hurt my soul
I know I'm not perfect, I'm not
Why my brother had to leave, I ain't tell him bye-bye
When I'm ridin' by myself, sometimes

love locked down
And you got my love all around

Who them mothafuckas coming with rhyme scheme
The fye team
Fuck around and get hit with fye things
Bitch

Staying focused on the mission, yeah, it's critical
Nova gang, hit them with the pivot, yeah, it's pivotal
Yeah, got my bro Zaiah on the track
Yeah, you