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lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

Is There More

Drake

Scorpion

2018

would rather lose my leg than lose their respect
But that'll never happen the way I'm watchin' my step
That ain't what I'm 'bout
I'm in control of my

it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control

you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your

niggas change fast
That's a shame what's to gain
Lost souls? Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame? The world
Seems strange at times somewhat insane
I'm

don't like it, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders,

High Science

Sunz of Man

Freedom of Speech

2004

a plan, you keep your company paid
Babies raised by a TV set, the eye is CBS
Hypnotized and control the flesh of generation next
In the projects, legal

Congratulations

Bilal

The Divine Feminine

2016

(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh

Am I supposed to?

School's In

J-Live

We Came from Beyond, Vol. 2

sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly

popping
Remember the baby name's we were rockin
Had that early
Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping
Ready to drop my album when's yours

bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name

Fantastic 4

Big Punisher

The Professional

1998

85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders

Check, I control your mind with
One rhyme I speak and get you open like
A prostitute's butt cheeks (yeah)
Rappers get kicked in they mouth with

I can't at least I know I tried
That "what if" would tear me apart and hold control of lonely nights
Holding mics don't think I'll ever stop
Fiending

everything I give
That's why my album came out poppin fucking album of the year

My circle small but all my homies know I die forem
Girl know imma ride forem

a week
I can't stop reminiscing 
Memories flash by like sirens
Everything keeps weighing and piling 
Till I can't pick it up and it's all stuck

a little song for her in my notes

Oh baby yeah i feel like you were meant for me 
I'll write an album about her show her what she meant to me 
And you ain't

another Album, yeah she put it on her seasoning
The legs I put on my new stories I bet you never seen them
I bet you focused on new bitches and left out all

Tetris, has to fit perfectly together
Can't control it, if it keep changing like the weather
IQ's something, that's hard to measure
There's a whole lot

the moldiness
You thought you knew your fan base, everyday control it less
Everybody just always ask where the potion is
Been so long of the smoke, I'm now

to come face to face with it
Metal bracelets if you got questions
Hospital patient you wastin' a bed on
Suffocated by the pillow your head on
Roll up

It's time to compress
My first album
Hopefully they see the real me
Call me cocky
But I never like what I do
Judging me
What does that say about you
Done

Yeah, reflect on that
You put your album up on USB, eject on that

You should give it up
With your watered down sound even streaming sites wouldn't pick