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I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it

the needle second
Burn the fragrance of weed, the bong hit shall hit ya heavy
They asking me why I’m crouched in the corner
Like I was being cornered
They ask

I don't want a life led by life lessons
Still waiting for kind presents 
My first 5 albums out built on conscious, built on thoughts, now reinventing

real
Confident of your lyrical content, having mass appeal
Less promotional airplay getting jerked by bootleggers
Having classic albums, not platinum

racks
(Why you talking bout racks?)
Because I’m really making racks
20 bucks an hour I give 5 to God
I just 200 on the Autobahn
From the last album took

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

Never imagined you not being here
Every album man I shed a tear
As a young'n used to have me in that trap house
If mama knew back then she'd probably

with Twenty Three
Lend me
Your energy
Can't stop bopping to this beat
To this beat
Engineering by SickLonely so you know it's sounding clean
If I don't

white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are

Its been 10 years since my first album
Look at What I came from
East side, sleeping on couches
But I don't wanna play a victim
Cuz my grandparents

Hit em wit a small lil check
I’m fucking with the cards I’m dealt
Still a rookie to the game off top no album on the charts but I’m still gon' flex

cause youre gonna see everbody you love die
But thats alright though, cause you followed the guide
By me, a god, a professional at lie

I go to church

around my ankles
I spank her with 20 Glizzys on
She don't know what hit her dog
Thunderstruck by stardom
Thundercat, aux cord
She bussing back long strokes

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my

I'm doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, then gone by next

Night the City Cried

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

Hill project was your outlet
You was a target
Or organized outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
Your wife hired some hit man to kill you

up my legend
Set up humble beginnings for egotistical endings
Ended up spending year twenty one
Wondering should I end it—How did we get here?
Daily

'm out here in my dojo, I know how to add kicks
Made a whole album solo, ya'll can't call me average
I'm always on the go-go, ya'll can't grasp this
Might

on to the next one
Rockstar life
Drugs liquor and strife
Had me feeling like Kurt
Almost took my life
Twenty one I escaped
The swimming pool
Finished my album

But I’m thankful for the ones who stayed by my side
It’s kinda lonely on this road but I ride alone
One minute yo, a nigga hear next one you’ll be gone

don’t be a fool
I serve niggas by the schools 
I make all the fucking rules
I watch all the fucking news 
To make sure the jobs through!
CASHIUS!

Please, God. I could sit under a shaded tree 
and leave with an album on great emcees from c to 
Z I payed a fee and went out of my way to see. 
I wouldn't

Civic Si with that VTEC
Get caught by the cops then I just relapse
Fuck that shit imma drop em bombs
Fuck ya girl in the stall nobody can stop me
I move

Let's Ride

Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer

Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's