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Are we back? Anyways, just wanted to say, come on, you know we had to sneak this in the album somewhere
Yo, what's up guys? I'm Eddie. I'm Troy.

me
To a list of problems longer than he snoozing
On all my albums that's alarming to me and with each stack up the result's
excuses
What he lack is

all week 

It’s crazy we was good Monday 
Be careful what you speak 
That lil sermon that you preach will have you dead by Sunday 
Shit Won’t even take

fuck me in the studio
This is album three, I'm basically a pro
Can I see your balls, do they hang low
I stan Vick Rep, so I love Blow
Need a massage,

wanna chat
You a rat, I put cheese in the trap
Bullets heat up his back, he not running from that
No Thanos, but I'm bout to
It's Sunday service this gun

In today's music news
The heat in the music
Underground is back on
As Music insiders
Are running wild
Trying to rearrange artists
For the Makaveli

LIFE OF A 20 is now done, now wait for my Pan
To heat up, and feats up, when I go for Student Life
I can already imagine the album cover, noodles & rice

written by Tarantino
I'm blowing up the music and the movie scene like I'm Childish Gambino
Carhartt jacket weighing heavy on my shoulders
Fuck the weight

of the game
Please excuse my French, but we are not the same
Edging it with the singles, so yeah the album coming
I must admit I still got heat up in the oven

Yeah, Uh
Ohhh Shit
It's Reezy baby, uh, yeah, uh, yo
Bring it back to them days of old
I rekindled the flame that burnt long ago
Even with this heat

and we got reconnected
When he moved to Arizona it was Least expected

No tears shed when I roll out
The seat heat vents warm but my heart is cold now
I'm

of these moments could be gone
By the next blink
It's different if you
Got me looking forward to next link
To anybody mad
The volume down when you crying out

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

in by all of these different foreman
Four mans couldn't compete to me I got the decency
I'm going three for three for three no keeps
I gotta heat

All y'all boys are pussies, y'all ain't nothing to me
Passion's what you fucking lacking- but you packing the heat?
Stay strapped, grab the GAT
Play

at them hoes in them clothes
That's just skimpy
My crew's about to do the opposite of makin' it freeze
And turn the heat to a thousand degrees
These niggas

you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause

the heat
I saw you there
While your messing with the air

People, places, all consumed.
By the smell of peppermint perfume and
The warmth when we held each

back, making music, selling albums
No more cooking crack

We was in a bando, 95 Fahrenheit, them nosy Ass people in your business, call them Parasites
My

found in the sound community
Tradin' beats
Grab your guitar
We make some heat
If you sing with me
Then look at our feet
Cause we're running
We're running

when I heat up my leftover pasta dish
I get all my tupperware from boys
Want me till I'm something that you're bored of
So don't call my number
After

Now y'all be feeling all this heat
It's boutta get hotter by this sick ass beat
Hit my stall up, wait for hops to come out
With that big bag of poppers

Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
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