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over leaves
While accompanied by a couple fiends Everyone is struggling
Grindin and I'm never stopping til I live in luxury
Waitin til the day until I

Time is evil
Time is the force that makes us rot
Time organizes everything you love inside a box
Time's forever
Time isn't measured by a calendar or dial

away instead of night terrors
Lately I've been dialed in like 911 by white parents
Shot a project in Sina I almost died during
Album on the way with no

I'm not what you call a regular competitor
Lyrics so hot it's like I put them in a kettle you're
Baffled by verbs, the conditions and terms
Examine

I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's

love it
Because it be free for all if I drop another album then I did it for my dawgs
That be standing on the corner with the coronas
In his baggy jeans

for that real
And not living into a fictitious mirage lately
I make black letters on white pages come to life
Make em' swing dance with each other

ain't bring no pen
But what the fuck he need it for?
In my bag, it's album season
Then I'm finna go on tour
Rolling up the dank
Chase it witha 4 hoe

the moments were hanging together
Creating an album uuhmumina FUCK
Memories were gonna share
Having faults just like everyone else
My lucky sevens, no comparing

system
You might get the bird tonight
That's fuck you good
And fly you off into the early night
Beamed up by My spaced out pearly whites
I'm Back seat in

up late like all night
We stay up talking bout our life in all white
Then she fall in love with me like all night

In the morning she gon take what she

to match the sound
Head through the ceiling when your Masked by the clown
It ain't always important no matter if it is a noun
Follow All the mornings to end

guess I didn't read them right
But how could I when you've pulled wool so far over my eyes
Yeah, I was blinded by the love that I had for you
And God, I

Out here in Destin, didn't take no flight
Took a couple of days, driving overnight
Writing on the beach, beach is really white
Writing an album

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

then
Now you chasing my line
Don't ask why you called and I just hit decline
You sipping white wine
You looking so fine
I ain't a fool so I pay no mind

broken
Now I'm Austria
I'm in the tub soaking
Invited out for ribbon cuttings when the club opens
Last album shit
Put the plan in motion
Fair well Ce la vi

sharks you hear the sirens

You walkin' corpses, we was fine
But you had to change our mind
Now our numbers up up by 9
dial 1 1, hope you die
Call em

the wrong climate
A child molester drops and album and we all buy it
Where's your moral barometer, now it's chart climbing
Hard grinding, scraping pennies,

Niggas need like an EP or an album to get they listeners hooked… get them in tune, you know what I'm saying
Not me though
Just give me two minutes

back that broken plate
And It's all on the face
And It's hidden by shade
Seven dark lights of grey
Seven shaded with paint
Don't say you're love ain't

Racism ends today

I was fatigued
So I went to sleep
Now I'm awake
And I see

The Bible was written by men
This album made by a woman
Named Elizabeth

not fit to pay the penance

Government run by some dumb
Clowns got shut down
My nation started starving
The workers aren't havin' fun now
Screamin' "Go

initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move