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Sprzedawałeś w gimbie szlugi na sztuki frajerze dęty
Chce by Nida wzniosła sie na szczyt jebanego trapu
Stolica podziemia to ŁDZ a nie żaden Kraków
Nie trawimy u

or an album
How 'bout both instead
And man, I feel like Carti
Pull up on him, see whole lotta red
Preach up on they corpses
That lil' Ted Talk run and dip

into the sea.  A sea turtle is swimming and it hit in the head by a hard object. (ouch!) He turns to look, and it is the same soda can that you forgot

right
Let's hit him where it hurts, it's time to fight
Once a Yo Brother
ALWAYS A YO BROTHER!

Time is up, your fate is drawing near
Freddy's rage is

cameras on me hit them where it hurts
Catch a body in they wallet put there business in the dirt
You about that bag you about that guala but your ethic

Hello, my name is Rice
Welcome to CAMS, the Lo-Fi Tape
This album is brought to you in part by my love for Lo-Fi
And the ability to hit the record

Pull up in a SRT I'm Speeding
Pretty face but I swear that bitch a demon
Hit it once now I swear that hoe is fiending
Oh my God, holy shit
Bitch I'm

tired tired tired tired tired tired
Of facing all these trials
But that shit just a stepping stone you know we getting by
Ain't worried bout no trials we

mean in the music industry
But that's fine with me I know that they all gonna see
When I hit my peak which is still far from my reach
Cause I'm only

was finished?
Gave birth did the work
Dropped an album now I'm back in it
Like I never left
Ninety-nine up on my chest
Bother bitches when I walk up in

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

rapper to walk
The planet

Uh uh

Threw my blessing upwards
My H in is reverse
wheels hit the dirt
Verses cemented in this earth

A menace to society
I'm

it in, plug hit me for the low
I be in Mexico smoking Dro
Shoutout to the plugg, you already know
We be in this bitch, aye cooking on the stove
Cooking

been working all year and I still ain't hit a lick
And they wonder why the ghetto always coming with a risk
Just a bunch of dropouts, that ain't tryna'

Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (Skrrt)
Four, five, six nigga double up (Hold on)
Took 'em on a movie call it "Bubble Gut"
Big dog we'll hit your gunners up

a blindfold them niggas call me intrepid
I focus on assists the last part of the game my points too high to beat
This might be the intro to the album that I

milestones and platforms
Taking sneak disses at the kid
Like it ain’t bad for them 
Ask me bout the album
Yeah you know I got the slaps for them
Give me any

to drop a hits album
I don't even got a damn tape yet
Call me crazy
Matter of fact, don't call at all
Autumn degrees the way I leave when they fall
P shit

really hope you come back with one last hit
I'm bouta get it in the mix with my 5th album
You know it's finna be lit
But above all, I want you to know

do?
Prove to me, nah I'll prove to you
You'll see who the fuck I am
Motherfucker this is PYRAT
I hit this shit and I mix it up
With the motherfucking

Made to order, flow filthy like slave quarters
They download, but still hit the store and pay for us
They want the whole shabang, wicked with the vocal

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

stunt! Good luck then
Street battalions rocking medallions 
U get beat, hit harder than Metallica albums 
 
You stepped in the danger zone 
Snipers posted

nah I don't do that 

Late nights in the studio 
In the zone like Julio 
Why you always hit my phone girl chill out and just cool it hoe

I be headed