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I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my

mind
Writing with these lyrics that I find
Coming with these words that link rhymes
I think not when it comes to this
End of the album, finish this
I

an album by Traverse 
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy

And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper

This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas

I am 10 albums in now
And no one you know
Gives you anything
Nothing is handed to you
So I gotta take it
And you know
Claim my claim
I am hip-hop

Memoirs

Migos

Yung Rich Nation

2015

wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school
Lord please forgive me I know you remember that
6 Peer

Fire [Remix]

Fabolous

More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape

2003

The twin' Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they grey gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe

eating pork and beans
Viewing us listening to Weezer clean
Up our heart strings with hits
Gasp like pork and beans
Farting up your heart strings
Is this

like a jar but he still wanted to spar
They jumped out, and hit his ass with the taser
Fifty thousand volts turned him into Joe Frazier
Beat they ass,

your face,
or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe.
I'll be right at home if they leave me alone.
That's why I only operate at night time.
Wait until

(Listen)

Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning

Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one

I ain't never ran never will how you feeling yo the fam know the fam know the deal
Hit the spot hit the spot just to celebrate let them hate

Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit

back at the club, smoked up

Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck

But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe

Hommie you better check

stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then

Who done left their kid behind and sent a check
Cause they can't bother, real shit
I was raised by my brother and my mother
I'm unique, every problem

Pop That

Lil Wayne

Dedication 4

2012

cha'
It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys

Lil Ass Gee

Ice Cube

Lethal Injection

1993

rollin' in a Gee  the Gee is on E 
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spread (whats up?) 
Don't roll that shit (whats up?) and hold that shit

hits than Gary Barlow 
More skills than Ronaldinho  
We'll be making 10 tens the dough 
Multi-Platinum albums and sold out shows

up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove

I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year

Don't tell me
Yous'a shooter
If you ain't hit nuffin

Don't tell me
Yous'a plug
But never shippin nuffin

Don't tell me
You got da bag
But never

ain't showin' no love
Ina stolen Ah cat nigga ride with gloves
He got hit up, that dog now does
Drop a lil' bag, get you gone by the door

I be walkin'