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broke and the system shut you down
By all means hustle for pay
I ain't a bad man
But I represent all the frustrated youth
That are stuck in their ways

it's okay
Man, I was dead, now you're there
I don't know who you are but I can do no less
Never asked for help, you came by yourself
You took my head, I

less friendly
Ain't tryna R like Kelly
Why you actin like you sold ya soul, not how I roll
I'm up and chasing money in the Uber home, Uh
And you

caught like predators a prey behind the mask
The truest hit man day by day anonymous
Behind the scenes enclosed certified documents
We hack your soul like

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

god) 
R.i.p nip, I'm rockin puma
On God (on god)
Brokes a joke like bad humor 
On God (on god)
Turned fished scales to mad tuna
On God (on god)
..This

The Bomb

Akinyele

Vagina Diner

1993

A bad young man from the Lefrack lands 
They say I got an attitude, that's rude 
Because I walked over Elvis' grave in some blue suede shoes 
PUNK, I got

and her friends in the telly
Up in her belly shits like some jelly
Bladder is full I might pull an R Kelly
That was just gross, doing the most
Crossing

grab hold of they gun
They need hundreds of dollars but
They're holding the one
A single, while their children are hypnotized
By hard price commercial

you can see exactly who you are against

You want it bad, I want it more
Sorry I had to settle the score
You want it bad, I want it more
Sorry I

niggaz stinkin'
I'm the only allspring of a bad beam
Motivated by mad greed, I make the pad bleed
A bad seed from a rotten apple
Preacher talk shit get

the root of the problem//
“Proud Boys, stand back and stand by”
Everything out that man’s trap was a damn lie
He ain’t give a crap, nigga, if your fam died

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't

& what’s really for show 
reality is deadly that life tatted on the belly 
we don’t get saved by the bell 
that’s reserved for Zach & Kelly 
when life gets

need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don

Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens

they'll see
The wrong version of myself that I don't want to be

But now I'm breaking through, it's time that I bash
Through the barriers that been holding

this shit can get heavy
All about my cash, nigga swear I’m Ed, Edd, and Eddy
I haunt your dream like I'm Freddy
I bet you’re pissed like R. Kelly
Now I

(How are we gonna make a 'New Jazz' album without any Jazz?)
(What's Jazz?)
(What is Jazz?)
Fuck it
New Jazz, Bad Bitches
New Jazz, Bad Bitches
New

her back, lets get it

Cos them man cap with a snapback
Got a new girl, with a fat back
Preeda mad mad, they are sad sad
I swear that they want me

marijane in the mix 
Man change when he lit 
No I ain’t taking the piss 
R Kelly with these kids 
Belly’s on like ! Aaah 

I’ll hopscotch on a Oppz block

pissing these Bobby Kellies off
Mentioning by their government pension number their interest for real}
You’ll tell me that I’m acting crazy
Then you goin’

the rentals are paid for by churches
I'm talking too much, they gon' call me some vermin
I looked at the facts and this what I determined
You turn up and turn

some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos