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'Babe, that's what I thought'

I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up

Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals

First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still

a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,

ain't the same
Listen my Brody
The Story in fours
Early in the hood, I can't trust a Soul
I should of never got up off of the Porch
How I'm the hell are

an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again

Baby girl, I don't know what you

had to go through hell let go of my grievance
They judged the old me like I used to too
Thought my albums were cheap as If they had no value
To realize

Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons

when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let

away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable

Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck

Just dropped a album but I still ain't got no time for sleepin'
I might wake up, drop a mixtape for no reason
Influence you lil' niggas, happy that you

I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by

T.O.D.A.Y

Royce da 5'9"

Death Is Certain

2004

made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is

a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be

into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's

Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that

DJ Enuff Freestyle

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

go to school, stayed the hell at home
In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes
You was selling out I was selling homes
Selling dreams

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear

the window 
Watching this evil world pass me by
I remain... Cocky with a heart 
Little deranged, sorta cray 
So reclusive so contained 
In the dark where u

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way

I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by

I get to the top?
They telling me
Hell no!
Well I think I'm going to prove my worth
By chewing the beat up on every song
Truth talking on through all