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soul
Swear that I would make a killin' if I hit the pole
I ain't smacked a hoe in a minute that's some growth
Man you bitches lucky that I really had

he is?
Kevin Crowley?  Marshall Mathers of the future?
I wish to shake his hand one day and tell Eminem
That his second album single-handedly

the stu, you know it's a hit
I'm with shooter, I'm with Big Xshon, you know you don't miss
Feelin' like R Kelly, the way I got these bitches real pissed
Pass

Right from the jump, y'all know this ain't normal
Won't suit me, I keep it informal
Hate me, better keep it internal

Don't go there, let's keep it

Yeah, yeah
Ay, this is for all the real ones who listen to the whole Charge It To The Game album brought to you by
Bino, Bino, Bino, Bino
Yvmbino

Trails we don't speak about them
Burners I don't sleep without them
Every single morning hit my knees and send a prayer up
Wear a lot of hats and every

Hey
Thank y'all for joining me today, on this beautiful journey
What's this album called again
It's like "Die Alone", some shit

Shit been hella

Cool ranch on my mouth make your pussy smell weird
No tears, disappeared now I'm back and I'm clear
Don't care about to fuck at this movie premiere

bitches, roll up, swishers 
Cause we thought you in the business 
Don’t even get by with the vision,
Sat down mike and we talkin specifics 

Gone, but I’m in

an attempt to relate
Same question, same answer, yeah I'm feeling great
Blast music and wait as the hours go by
Sitting in my room, got my thinking of life
I

want all  the smoke now tell these pussys 

Come & try me 



When I shoot my shot you know I gotta hit 

Precisely 



We don't need security 

My

to drop a hits album
I don't even got a damn tape yet
Call me crazy
Matter of fact, don't call at all
Autumn degrees the way I leave when they fall
P shit

state, what I heard, somebody should show her around
Yeah I prolly threw my hoodie up and payed 'em no mind
I prolly played my favorite album like I did

Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

told (Told)
Truth be told (Told)
Truth is
Better say it like it is
Truth is
We dont die on these hills
Truth is
I don't care for the hits
(Truth is)

ya mind
(Do I still cross ya mind)

She thinks about me when rain hit her panes
Done out here playing games
(Playing games)
I Don't wanna be a play

on
Send it back with stamp of approval and then I get on
To go and make another hit, niggas know I been too legit
Proving it, time and time again, don

wave put it on or cry about it
PaQ just dropped his album everybody shouting bout it 
Put that chain on, hit a fuckin dance 
If we talking cash I need

this bread I gotta get some, all these hits it's hard to pick one
Might just have to drop a album, I lost track got six or seven
Might just 69 a bad

Well hi don’t know if you heard no features No bad songs  by Lano Roy this man is dripping with success for a person to have that many hits  in

And I might of  hit rock bottom 
But I’ll never  take a loss 
You never take a risk 
That’s why you can’t be the boss 
Coldest my nigga 
But I'm still LIT

board, more like a hit list
Flippin' trap easy, I'm no gymnast
Show love, like scorein' in tennis
Mix solutions, like a chemist
Watch this son rise, by

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

change the energy in every room that I walk in
album  coming soon and better do hit the top ten
Stay on my job, boss, you know that I'm clocked in
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