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Well, we're here
This is it, this is the third album
This is East of Eden, welcome to the show ladies and gentlemen
It's really been a wild ride

thirty-k, but hell nah can't wear my hoodie hoe
I be stuck, but if it's a lick I'm good to go
It's a show, I need at least five to book me bro
I'm in

fall
Counting five racks and man that was by night fall
He talking crazy lil nigga we might brawl
These niggas fleas but man shoutout to my dawgs
One

one album
And the same time
Somebody else making five
Just don't even
You're not doing it for them bruh
You're doing it for the Lord
My plan takes

Krainpaper by the bundles
Taking chances keep my head
Above water down bad for a long Time consolidating all my quarters Marinating is the Thought

of wealth could bring ya façade to a dead stop
And catch a buzz like the fly on Mike Pence's head top
Six months, I got two albums and a tape 
How does that

the dollar bills, no, I'll be just fine
I just want my respect and what's mine
It's not about you bowing down
We're all royal now
We deserve our crowns
V said

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion

station
I'm just learning by osmosis
Took my lyrics from psychosis kicks
I can't tell you what it means and I'm the one that wrote it bitch
Stand tall with

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
I've been itching for a nigga
Yea I'm booked, but I've been reading these niggas
Don't give two fucks 'bout a nigga
Let em' run up then

touched on his sister, beat on his mama
Still dealin' with this childhood trauma while on his tour
Signed for five albums, one million dollars, but wanted

One Time For The Famo
Freestyle Sessions
Just to open your mind or something you know
The album coming
These girls throw pussy like a food fight
You

I'm gone tell it all
What you gone do
See I'm tired of working that 9 to 5
Figuring out what I'm gone do
Got me hot I need that fire to stress relieve

beams, yeah
And your boy he so soft like a jelly bean

By the way i got 3 years and clean I don't do nothing
In the parking lot whip doing donuts
Got that

the cop car
What you thought you got far
Fuck what the facades are
Cheated death Five times tell me what the odds are
Hottest on the east side
Of the whole

ja das alles kenn ich denn
Ich start im V8 Mustang beim illegalen Pferderennen
Cops komm auf mich wenn MCs Sternen durch die kranken Bars
Weil sie

I think it's safe to say, this is my favorite song on the album
Shoutout to Mr. Marcus Dozier

It start off so perfect, every day after work
Facetime

live by come with an algorithm
I know it hit like stone
Then throw a towel in it
That last album? Aww man I spent an hour with it
Im into writing stories

to see
And get a chance
Get a lot of shit you got and wishing that I had
Three thousand clicks on the album only five saved
Nobody bought my shit so you

gonna be enough
She always talks about the guys she fucked
She's 5 foot tall but you're still too short
She gets heartbroken by fucking dorks
And your

the sonics
Super loud when I pull up at the 4 way
And I drive by cuz I'm done with fake beef like 5 guys
I pulled off bumping my album and
I realized that

Let's take a ride unwind up in the skyline
Mind free as a bird and this is my time
While y'all online starring at your timeline
I grind nine to five

yours sounds all the same

You listen to One Direction, when I'd rather listen to Descendents
You've got albums by Taylor Swift, I'm Bikini Kill and Limp