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out here in my dojo, I know how to add kicks
Made a whole album solo, ya'll can't call me average
I'm always on the go-go, ya'll can't grasp this
Might

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

the sun so scared of me
Sally sold me sea shells
Shelly's shore been shining by the sea
I've been starving in my town
Cali been the place to eat
Momma

I'll be fine (I lied)
"Chi you pose to tell niggas you poppin"
I am just by telling the truth in my rhymes
Thought I'd be popping when I moved to Cali
My

better wait up
Cuz I can't cremate myself
With these chains on
I stay on fire
Like a candle stick
On the mantle with
A box of matches lit
By a fucking Bic

And understand that it takes two to make fun of us
I’m under the impression that to wonder is question all the obvious
Lecture every audience, expressive with

enough so
Gimme the money and then the top spot
Make me the biggest hot shot
Ha nah
If I needed your opinions
I wouldn't be here writing a fuckin album
Its

sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now

[Verse 2]
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, getting

thrived for my piece
That I shared with every person I met without showing my top degrees (facts facts facts)
Two ways I crack got no way back (no way back)

sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet
There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo
Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my

Patty Whack, give a dog a bone
Add a mllion more niggas
When Capone come home
2 thousand deep at da club, bottle wit chrome
You need to move out the way

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

And He gives me care for the dolls
And He gives me people by my side
When I don't have the balls
To take good care of myself
When I put prayer on the shelf

to rest on my ad libs, shatter your ribcage, extract your chest bone, nah I ain't been in
The game, but I stayed equipped for it, it's sad cause I don't

got red hoes, I got yellow bones
This the yellow album, rocking yellow stones
OpM is the new Roc-A-Fella holmes
My niggas in DC be rocking hella foams
I

by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting

Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß

she gave my first two kisses
My momma remarried and then we moved distant
Wasn't no internet then, so you lose friendships
Me and my uncle Coby, man we

City of Macks

Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make

shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, You're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz,

(oh, yeah), barely got through twenty-two (oh, yeah)
Nineteen in the club (nineteen), I'm just tryna go home
Never really at the crib (nah), never get