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in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's

an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and

Didn't write a fuckin'

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

draco, yea
He can't wait to take off a face
(Okay, Okay)

Hey, how are you feeling?
I'm good, I'm good, how are you?
Is your new album doing good?
Yes,

the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind

"yeah get to the point"

Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms"

long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any

nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was

to God
Now it's different
I made the Milly, just by takin' your misses
Little fuckboy so watch now, watch in 2022
You motherfuckers have to dead me
'cah

It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got

to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see

the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

yo I spit nice so hit
Twice got another gonna get right
You I been tight
I make about double platinums for my
Album got about 10 mics
Nigga I'm

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran

traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too

them
They're all on the drugs so
They mumble when they speak (Ha ha ha)
And all your favorite rappers trash
And all y'all albums weak (Facts)
They're all

Talking on em gram
And I would kill Nigga well just to have a dad
I go by milo hit a nigga in the back if that hoe is a pimp
Witness on that scene wanna see

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn

hacker russi
L'ultima cosa che vedrai è questo skyline
Cerchi guai, non faccio dissing
Faccio drive-by
Quando parliamo hardcore, cellulari in bagno
Che qua