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from the countryside
Bum a cig' then I ask can
I bum a fuckin' ride
Now it's fuck a record label
Lamborghini lookin' fresh
Army green paint, mud caked

character
 huh percocet and molly in my syrup cup
We gon' have to fuck in
VIP because I'm married now, huh
(Iced Up Records)
I just bought a thousand 'bows

A song or two but since you talkin' shit
I can never acknowledge you
Do a joint with me
And that record will change your life
But you lost that opportunity

wonder all my records are broken
"I say no wonder all my records are broken"
Tell 'em how I’m setting in motion
My plan to try regretting the potent

through the snakeskin when
You shape shift you can't hide
This is the record I made to
Be telling you people are fake (Ah)
Wandered inside of the maze (Ya)

an onion in a spandex
Better get ready for African ram sex
Every time I hear this record
It reminds me of you late night rendezvous
Press the pedal

(Fashawn) engineer press record
I set it off like a
Mother fucking broke alarm
Pass the mic let me exercise my vocal chords
The weather man predicted we
Finna

even got none
Yeah, I'm tired of the record
Labels sleeping on me, they ain't want none
Yeah, listen, like, yo, just
Slept on a milli, that's a pretty

yeah, two double-o deuce
Demigodz Entertainment, Ill Boogie Records
Creeping while you're sleeping
Rappers on some abstract shit?
Nah, loc, MCs

Hey yo, my dog 7 30, whip 7 40
Sold 40000 records, still sippin 40's
Money can't change me, chain still goldy
I shut down every club, call me 40-40
Got

That's where he found me amen

They tried to tell me "Don't
Make these kind of records
You're never going to be who
You're suppossed to be"
The record that

through a neighborhood somebody
Said you stayed in
Convinced I'd found the actual inspiration
For the record I was not even
Close to the right neighborhood

of a record and
Then I download it instantly

I remember when I spent all
My money on records, cds
And blank cee nineties

50p is all it costs to download

Me to have faith?"
As the record spin I should pray
For the record
I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity buildin'

record
A record for being the best father
Wear the shirt that he bought
When he become mature
Be the best hubba to his mother
That's what money can't buy

And all my money going into
Daddy's Nest Egg That ok?
I ain't selling my soul
My soul be writing like most
My lyrics on all these records
And records make

knew ya
The people are talking and every time that
They do then my name come up
My record is buzzin'
My reputation is like locally famous now
I'm not

fucking record)
Bro, it's easy as fuck for you to say
But you don't got the
Pressure of these nigga
(Bro, shut up and just record the)
Fuck you, bro,

me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I

des gens bruns
Et Des Blancs (Ooo Waa Oh)
La haine n'est pas acceptée à Atlanta (Oh)
Comme Epic Records
Je bat des records épiques
Mais en ce moment

out of reach
I don’t lose, I win, so let the record spin
Let the record state who I don’t recommend
My people been here so I
Don’t state the obvious
I

of having to do shit
Somebody told me to do
I’d rather body these fuckers with all
The shit that they do
Couldn’t record at your studio
Now I got my own

Yeah kasinova (Tha Don, Tha Don)
And Mr Bo'z alter The-Ego (Records, Records)
Hey Courtney, what up homeboy?
I hear the streets is talking
Even me

don't work the way
Look, it don't work the way I wanted it to
Bitch

(They don't do this on records)
They don't do this on records (I'm sorry)
They don't