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only would call me for help
The next thing you know, I was all by myself
As long as your good, I don't care be yourself
Looking at God now I know he felt

(Ah)

But I can feel myself breathing 
Swimming in misery 
Uh mm

Brain order bullets it deliver to my head 
So high that I’m dead haven’t reached

Undoubtedly
I spat the sick shit on the path to sickness while I man the Cygnus
Ha, as I float endlessly in entropy
I'm hitting myself for not

what it's like to compete with myself and succeed
I've gone through most of my struggles by making some music and smoking some weed
I'm tired of this

alone I'm with you
After I drop this song hope I heal you
By the time I drop the album hope I healed too

Time gon go time gone move on
Don't even know

what it's like to compete with myself and succeed
I've gone through most of my struggles by making some music and smoking some weed
I'm tired of this

the east but still was raised in the south
4. By 16 I swear I was raising myself
5. When you got ya own sauce it’s cool to double dip
6. You could call it

your-
If loves the truth then this a matter of facts
In album tracks, our love's the interlude
Profundamente de mi alma, I pour into you
You was playing

to get real with myself
I was like, listen
If the album sales
Don't match the creativity
Or the support in the audience
Don't match the support
I'm giving,

Yea
Ima tell you like this man
You gotta take care of yourself
If you carried yourself how I carried myself you’d be scared of yourself
Don’t learn

feel
Lil Macs still wonder how a classic feel

I been moving up the ranks like an Alpha male
Albums brought me to the Bank that's without the deal
Told

only the best can ascend
And this album is my entrance exam
Wow, I budgeted way too much time for this intro
That's embarassing

Big Yung Lil Sneezy

revolution! revelation!

Random firing of the synapse don't forget to look up
Why should I fear?
When was I less by dying?
I am a facilitator of dreams
Secular

It's been a minute.
Welcome to the album.
I cried myself to sleep last night,
Tucking the blanket under my chin
It always feels like something's

Let me get the Illmatic
Waves with the clean sides
If this was '94, I'd be Nas
If this was '94, y'all would be Pras
I'm CHRIS WI$E
The bonafide

any bitch who like the color teal
How’s that for a meal
(Hey)
They said on my first album I went easy
(How?)
By buying kids, evading taxes
(Yeah, that’s

carefully
I'm far from being myself
But somehow my dreams have never been so near to me
So did I sell out
Or would they consider me real if I fail and I fell

these is my new beaters 
I might go around the world catching new features
Or make an album by myself back in Puerto Rico

I carry rhymes with me I can

I don't do normal gigs
I do awkward gigs
I do Yorkshire gigs
You can guarantee that it's not my sort of shit
But I still drag myself up out of my

and salmonella
Hard on the surface but you soft inside armadilla
Remember when my cousin told me hey I'm a dealer
Told him shake the bullshit outta ya circle like

like a banner she been ran thru by the team
Nigga text me say "I'm short" I hit him back like fuck you mean
U don't have all of my money nando gonna eat

to finish myself… all by self starting back in my life, all those strifes that bring me to think in a wife… and i fucked over even in my sober mood… even

them asleep
You do what your label says
I'm in the driver's seat
And I be driving down the street
Rapping over beats 
That's produced by me
My girl said

a mission
I’ll be damned if these foos come tripping on us
If they try to then they gonna be some goners
No hand out I got this by myself for real
I done paid