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For the kids man
It wasn't about the loot
It's about
Leading by example
For the crew
We was out there
Serving food
The city try to tell me
That I'm rude

like a clip the bond we built special
I'll dance with the devil Dig ya grave with a shovel
Might Start my own label roll the dice and take the Gamble
I'm

know
But you pressed to post like you rolling out for the album though
Plot thicken, the door knock and ya spot blown
Karma pimpin, yea she a bitch

Yeah
Feel a lil different huh
Yeah
Just gon bout ya bidness huh
Yeah
Feel a lil different huh

Ain't been good at algebra
Now I'm just counting these

albums
To chill with the fossils
I pull from peoples views
To add to mine
Like from Mongols
Chilling at the frontal
Waiting for God to fondle
My life

And broads for days
In the broad of day
Like I'm on display
Pushing my album, It's on the way
Keep ya heat tucked, We all on the way
Came to yo hood with no

own
K.Knowledge heard me spit an entire album on the phone
Heard birds tryna fly in my coop so I started jettin'
Different places for paper my gears

down through while I'm sitting
Yeah
Ya know what helps me grind on my own business
Minding my own business
Making myself happy til I finally don't miss

this anytime
Only niggas that don't hear me pennywise
I been fearless man of the house since I was 9
My appearances be rare as albums by
K Lamar I came

We all struggle in our own way
It’s true

Attacking rappers I’m coming back with another album
September 7th almost took me when I reached the bottom

This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,

No ay seguro en esta glock boy.
Cuando quiero yo hago pop boy.
Con un mixtape con un álbum.
Modo bestia shit is hot boy.

Repetidos como un iPhone.

I'll going fast boy he a Drillers
Put it on album I got no fillers
I'm number one just that Chauncey Billups
You pissing us, we ain't feelin ya
Tote that

getting every penny for diss album I ain't miss shit
Cooked up every beat an still had time to get a spliff in
Time is man made
I ain't pressed to get no

She's in the gym at 6
Nobody that she knows
Really ever matching it
Hard work pays off
You think she gets that body
Just by being passionate
No she

willing to fork over, my Morse code'a
Sendin' out signals, you're an album, I'm single
Let's feature, I'm the Man'a Steelz nice to meet ya (Uh)
Got enough

That's why I keep speaking
I'm giving em hope still
I got the labels hanging by my coat tail
You blow off a single, your album ain't do sales
Oh well...
I

to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you

Rent out some bouncy houses
For the album party
When this shit comes out
I'll have hoes all around
Throw them sprinklers on
Get these bitches rowdy

Wasnt the popular kid
Was finger poppin ya bitch
Wouldnt take shots in gym
But i might cop the assist
Started getting money
Figured i might cop me

that slay I'm flawless
I put 3 dollars and 50 on im a muthafuckin phenom
I checked the story on the recon
Yall ain shit if ya ain got nothin to speakon

built with finesse
Sleight of the hand put a hole in ya chest
Money calling I'm coming right back
And bitch it better be ten on a check
I ain't talking

heck no
We can get it popping' like a dancer doing techno
I'm coming for jugulars, you better watch ya neck bro
This not for the album I wrote this

to be a menace to brownsvillians, 
while drinking ya juice in the hood N*.
(bbrownbrown)
You are just a chimpanzee, I will light up yo grill like chef