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list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

sir! [x5]
Yeah! Welcome to the album!
Get Big!
Haaaaa!

top, but they ain't hit it yet
A bitch, I'm not one
A switch, I got one
He think I'm loafin 'cause he don't see me with my pistol, my bitch got one
I

always hits,
Another 30 for the shooter cuz he never miss,
Am smelling like a pound
Standing next to the president of Ghana,
Am a motherfucking star,
I'm

a plan to be really big
It’s been 5 long years but our names in the mix, and we still a hit but we nearly there
And I ain’t trippin’, not even really

inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was

Luther King Drive
Dusty little hood niggas love my raps
They identify with me
They can relate to that
Big gin gallon, little black strap
Put you to sleep

World Reknown

Pacewon

Won

2002

chandaliers
Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5
in your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye
Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot
Now he can see

Flawless Victory

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be

don't ready know
Bitch its like my fifth side project 
You mad bro?

Got three jobs, still no benefits 
How's it feel to get treated by a novice
Three

videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

on a shelf
Look
This shit on my belt
Making hits, just vibing out the moment, my album gon sell
I know my ex's mad , they see I'm balling, why you all in they

pistos en la reforma
Con el miyagui ,se sienten cosquillas en la fosa nasal
Esta bueno el material y ya queda mas cerca el big brotha

Sinaloa estado

this up
If the label don't wanna I'mma do it by myself
'Cause the independent money prolly better for my health
Put the money where the mouth is, if you

hands-free pair of Beats
Might just let myself hit the concrete, social media has been beyond me
Anti-vaxers, big tsunamis, modern racists, semi-Nazis
Trump

of my life but she still right by my side now (aye)
RIP to Grandma I know you smiling right now
Ayyeee

Out here
I'm out here
I'm out here finding me
Out

dropping hits, you buy it for proof
Cancel your plans, my show is the move
My album has come, it's long overdue
Guitar on my beats, I'm singing my blues
Sing

anything
I can be anything
Bitch, I can be anything
Because I am everything
By day I sell books
And by night I write hits
Don't underestimate my ability

indie to that hip hop Ruckus what’s the next groove
I studied Busta Rhymes, Big L, Nas and Mos Def 
I’m album dropping like I’m KRS-One I got next 
Groups

think of an album name
Questioned the connection like a membrane
It's insane
Then it hit me
Like a hurricane
Each track was a daydream
Resulted in a brain

that's what got me all my hits
Within the darkness spits
This little kid to the apocalypse
His pops dismissed 2Pacalypse
And moms just hissed and pissed

someday
Been on some shit that nobody lived
They talk about big the kahunas 
They clearly pressed on my fits 
Talking 'bout hits 
They never had one they

of this drank
Yeah I'm crashing like a comet
I was sent by an alien race
Money in the duffle I'm gon throw it all on stage
I ain't talkin bout the club, lil