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Focus, like when I fuck my first model
Need a good first impression
So the rest of them will follow
Like holler, thats what I call word of mouth
Cold

beat that I wrote off
Do not try to hit my line because my phones off
I'm so crazy you still trippin you got no stock
You only good for eight weeks you

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

a game it ain't no lifelines
Who wanna be millionaire the flares hit the night skies
There's trials but don't let em try you
Gang move by the thousands

He's a good guy, just off base
He needs to find his way back, hit a grand slam, win a thought race
Support him, 'cause he would gladly support you

on the track for the new song
Album twenty-two can blow up all the year long
College girls can't make me sad
I'm fine by myself, it's not bad
Party up until

sleeping in silence
I find comfort knowing y'all don't make a peep fuck a siren
As I'm speeding right by em
My flow so poseidon
They gon need to just wait

I be blockin thots, they hit my line all night
T don't got no opps, he fade em all on sight
I be takin chops, I dirty up my sprite
Fuck you I'm yo

it on time
I had to be in my prime
All this YSL, got me smelling good (yeah)
I had to hit up J, I think I need a wood (yeah)
Palace bucket hat protect

weren't looking good 
My first album flopped, I didn't have a job
I didn't have a girl, she had moved on 
I didn't have my health, mental or physical

that
bouta hit a nigga wit the fucking combo
up down left right trash him like compost
uptown, left sight, trapping where the time go
bow down, good

they're around you they riding your dick
And when your album flops good luck with those face tats getting a regular job
Labels find replacement easy, it's

take u out to come up quicker
Try to paint a pretty picture
Surrounded by ugly figures
She say I do too much
Already high why I'm bout To fill up my cup

that do believe in luck
God by my side, and I still keep my glock (Glock)
Eyes on the price and I put them on lock
Yo! (Aye!)
Hold! (Aye!)
I don't fear

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go

elevator pitch
O2 smooth in my lungs like swish
No Juul but this sponge might hit
No clue what a lunchtime is so I'm hippo hungry
Hypo's love me
I don't want

On the west end, got the whole city up
Got a bitch and her best friend, and they both let me fuck
That was first sight, say I made a good impression

on that mouthpiece no rule 35
Tell them Niggaz run that PSR I bet they CSI
I was in da drive when that bitch was ran by the posse
Mama stashing briccs in my

feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,

there for good luck, and listen up
The following was all said by
Jesus Christ at some point:

I was drivin' down the street
When the police came to me

ever gets me
Hold on a second, I gotta pee toilet flushes
'K, I'm done
What's up everybody? My name is Zac
My lyrics are wack
After my brand new album

I'm a lot on the first date
More if you've got time
Hard wired neurosis
cn affinity for rhyme
Company is draining
clone I'm no good
Secretly drunk

I'll be fine (I lied)
"Chi you pose to tell niggas you poppin"
I am just by telling the truth in my rhymes
Thought I'd be popping when I moved to Cali
My

This album is dedicated to my mother. (Thank you)

Morph north towards your doors...

Lay into the chords now as I tell you how I feel
Sharpening my