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bitch talkin' bout "make mine"
2 Rollies on the same wrist
Fuck that bitch
I don't waste time
So minute by minute
I calculate where it's my interest

My limit it's limitless
I say that as my credit card reached its limit, fuck
Wit me, never dealt dimes or nickels, but by 2 quarters my album doing

gon' win today
Think I seen my future
Baby mama up at Chick Fil-A
Tell them niggas
Put they album out
We blow that shit away
You need a reminder how

thank god cause I didn't Get Jack for my whip
And I ain't even had to reach For My hip no set trippin' today
I got Hug By a crip by a crip
What can I say

don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs Ooh careful you

write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I

white hoes in the hills up in Thousand Oaks
She wanna try the whole team she got a thousand throats
Still tape season, but i'm on album mode
Separation

and saddened stand-still sink
Photo albums aren't ready yet for all to see
Charred wood of wardrobes from glued candle drinks
Spellbound by the minds that cast

nic, poza przyspieszaniem
Orange jest na spokój, a écru na plażę
No i white, najwyższy czas na D1G1 magię

Amazing, I feel so amazing
Amazed by your

with intent
The greatest mind I take what's mine and then I rob for respect
I heard your album it was comedy shit
Heard it again on some commodity shit

on album number three, and I still got like seven more
A dog, a fly, a car, a bitch who wanna see it all
And I be tryna push the pain away like white girls

no hoe 
Bitch yeah 
I’m getting my bread 
I don’t care bout no bitch 
Fuck the feds, I’m just getting head 
By a bitch named 
Lucy 
I’m on my boosie

you couldn’t make a mile
Smoke a bowl and stretch your soul
I’m on a roll, stuck in album mode
Who else kills it the same way that we do?
You’re

Purge

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Once a year it is anarchy pure insanity so I broke in

Karate

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping

They say you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover
But a book is a poor comparison to a lover
Or should I say a sister, if I never kissed her
Or if it

it)
Know I get the money, n**** by the pound (Yeah)
Heard you got a album and it bang, right? (Right)
But When they play me, it’s a different sound
I

office
Archetypal. Tower as high as Eiffel
Empowered and downright spiteful. My mic could disarm a rifle
Pull the whole color spectrum outta BLAQ and white

Everyday we gets the call 
'Nice job on the album guys' 
Fed the way to Heaven Ball 
Show them all how we can fly 
This one's for the Captain 'Ham 
Hit me up

taxing slave driving
As far as treating people equally
Im an Aquarius so leave this one to me
Im a white male and I'm treated like a criminal daily
My kid

me
But sometimes things don't make sense and I still worry
What the future holds right now is really blurry to see
By the time I get out of this mess

piece
I saw so many man act brave
For attention, they only ever get in the grave
And i tried to see things their ways
But in vain, I was blinded by how i

the one to fight
Tear your throat, rip your eye
Now they better go try to hide
I'm the pride of my whole tribe
I'm the king of the Great White North side

the ring and it's time again now to roll the dice
A sea of stares slicing through me, straight cold as ice
Facing forward's a panel of cats, old and white
I