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at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

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

face is fucked
Throw in the towel
Hear me out bitch listen good
We have sex, then you get a shirt that says, I slept with Harry hood 
And maybe kids
Is

male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome

You ain't good girl, we all sin
Fuck all that lovey dovey shit
Put your ass up, we're grown
No excuses alone
Influence by my own and a couple bitches

for ya
Had to book this session just to ask it to ya
You could call me nike by the way that I'm checkin' on ya
Wanna ask if you gonna ride when

like I
Just got hit with dementia
And should you bring it to a beat
Just know that you'll get ended
Album on the way
I wanna see these haters stop me

Brr, boom, boom, boom machine, what's good?
Lord, Lord!

Feast your eyes on the awesome and the real 
(Real) puck hit him on the side
He got tossed

Hit my damn ceiling and wow, I elevate
Yeah, then I shoot for the stars
Pass by the moon and Mars
Not looking where I'm going and turn around only

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

was a mistletoe
She had vodka and dinner rolls
Asked if I could dig a give and go
Hit her wit a whoa
Shit
Then Im right back like a good stretch
With

Who woulda thought our last convo, would be our last convo
Scroll by your contact in my phone
Tried to read our text history but won't that strong

Good grades, so bizarre 
Musician, no guitar 
Can't sing so I wrote some bars 
And in the night I'm at work 
Words battling other words 
To get a place

to me about planes
Bout to hit 22 but I go at my pace
Been rapping it since right before I smoked haze
I'm at the studio so give me some space
I been

can
Yes my family doing good cause they all blessed by my hands
All my bitches Jackson bad
This nigga tried to touch my bag no we ain't having that

And I spit from the soul, the only way you're gonna feel it
Memories of me getting beat by my dad as a youth
This album represents me, nothing but

His photograph was in over 65 newspapers, in color
Bad lil' bitch, I got her sprung
I must be heaven-saved
Flyin' by the fire with her glasses, so

to me about planes
Bout to hit 22 but I go at my pace
Been rapping it since right before I smoked haze
I´m at the studio so give me some space
I been

up with real sounds
To watch nepotism take my place while I feel down?
So congrats to whoever but I'm tryna do better
Make music so damn good you have

Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp

clubs in Milwaukee inspired by the group called the Schemers
We were young dreamers
Hip-hop evangelism to the non-believers
Planet Patrol Afrika Bambaataa

black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without

Intro

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.) [Clean]

2001

[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day

my roof
When your mom told you you were good
She wasn't telling the truth
I said I'd rather get mauled by a bear
Or have somebody spill some AIDS in my