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initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move

find power without some cash.

I may not want to stoop so low
To meet your cities’ baser needs;
May not be good enough
To follow where you lead.

womans
Ill BIll - solo album, how we gon' take it?
Leave you ducktaped and stuck in the Matrix

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong

they don't show love
You can shove it where the sun don't shine
You either coming with me or you left behind
I'm running late, I am now 28
And I barely

Ain't even really know how to rap yet
I was just a click-clack vet'
Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check
Y'all heard it first

don't mean no disrespect to y'all but where is my applause
Push me off the cliff to watch me fall I levitate you pause
Now you're standing there your jaws

steer
Play it by heart, or play it by ear
It's you that I want here
We glance through our wedding album
A record of our vows
Things we wanted, too young

spending time on records I know is gone be timeless
Yeah that’s my only promise
I be out in public with his hoe like I hope he find us
Yeah
Like you look

’m trying my best to try and keep up
Do you even have an album though?
Are you only gonna rap about them hoes?
No bro, I’m popping in my city
Well if your

I'm moving on
If you're lost, you know where 
Where to find me

I can move on, I can move on
Your funeral, don't know what you're losing
Past year been

a teen 
But one day I discovered music 
You're influenced by whatever you choose 
So many so called artists out there abuse it 
If you got a platform you

on Instagram is
Brought to you by Bang
Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take

straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off

Mr. Nigga

Mos Def

Black on Both Sides

1999

autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,

Difficult reasoning, I'ma need somebody
That can be making my walls a big thicker (Hold up, I'ma stop you there)
When you get some time to go find a rhyme
Go

their peak
You spend hours writing raps, man I can do this in my sleep
Your album 25 songs, still couldn't outstream my EP
Bitch
And shoutout niggas in

I’ve been out here tryna find my balance
Having constant runs ins with people that show you malice
Fake handshakes and hugs I’m better without it

attached to no fools
Treasure the life you have and within it you'll find jewels
Life's a game but I refuse to play by the worlds rule
They're like
Where did

of meditation, look
I wasn't placed in a situation where I could be complacent 
They just not as dedicated 

I went from, 9 songs last summer to 4 albums this year

69 
I did mine on stacks 
I put my music to the test 
Amongst 
The real rat packs
And I'm also here to tell you 
Where there's blood 
There's us!

right by you is a corrupting thing
'Cause I was surrounded by bliss
But the rage between my fingertips
Took me too far from where I stood
With warm dirt

'ma shatter the glass
Itching to stitch up the rat in the pack
I do it for the game not a pat on the back
Got a sitcom album cause we laugh at your tracks
You

my album's the chalice
None of lines are filled up with malice
Sit in my bars and I'll pay off the tab and
See when you yawn you're fixing to napping

Them That's Not

J-Live

Mystic Brew: Fat City Sound

to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys,