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the first album up until this day
I mean it's been four years since my last album
And people still tweet at me everyday telling me they love me and they
They
slippin' (Nah)
Steady grippin'
I don't drop a lot of albums
That don't mean that I be slackin'
I'm just workin' through the pipelines
Waitin' on the right
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
The worst thing I ever did was sleep with her sister
For four years: the belly-button years
I would like to shamefully and humbly apologize to my son
Whom I
the one that y’all wanna be
I might sound sweet, but I sting just like a honeybee
Be the next great like the guy who made “Money Trees”
Yo top four convo
nigga gone go for sure
I don't trust dese whores
Dey cheat on most ah Dey niggas 4 sure
Go getchu sum money starting drama
U niggas be bored
Live by da
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Dun Deal, C4, fuck nigga
Niggas drop salt and rice
Fuck 'round and hop out 'Gatti
4 Bombs Baby, brrr
Dun Deal, ay, Migos
Know what I'm sayin
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
Supplylife GG4L yah yea yea yah yea yah yea yah yeaa
He say he want smoke we rastas
He pass me the stick ima drop some
Always keep a few bags
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
on and
Snipping all their IV drips
Solar soldier zipping 'em into a full eclipse
I was made from these grains
Check the grade of these planes
Angle of repose keep
It's time for adventure if you're willing and able
So let's take it from the MUD to the tops of the table
To the floor, to the attic, to the basement
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
drop top
Jump off
Watch when summer's round the corner
Sneakers and boots
Jeans for the troops
The plus trees
But never chick by any means for some
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the clique
Get out some more, expand the four, get a girl whos legit
Stay by myself, expand the wealth, that's not how I wanna live
A thousand subs,
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