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mean in the music industry
But that's fine with me I know that they all gonna see
When I hit my peak which is still far from my reach
Cause I'm only

was finished?
Gave birth did the work
Dropped an album now I'm back in it
Like I never left
Ninety-nine up on my chest
Bother bitches when I walk up in

and asked the lord like why me
People steady spilling on my name like F* the cost (ey)
Bro you tripping better hit the floor like pray to God
I am on my way

milestones and platforms
Taking sneak disses at the kid
Like it ain’t bad for them 
Ask me bout the album
Yeah you know I got the slaps for them
Give me any

right
Let's hit him where it hurts, it's time to fight
Once a Yo Brother
ALWAYS A YO BROTHER!

Time is up, your fate is drawing near
Freddy's rage is

Let's get it, let's get it baby
Man, this shit is blasphemous
Fuck'd around and mutted all of my addresses
(Damn)
Ride by myself, don't need no

Release an album in my past thoughts
I feel a pull inside my room from all these mascots
I see a kid within his temper
Making raps inside his room

board, more like a hit list
Flippin' trap easy, I'm no gymnast
Show love, like scorein' in tennis
Mix solutions, like a chemist
Watch this son rise, by

the window soon as my first rhyme hit
All I can hope is that one of the goats will ever open my quotes
But I know that it's hopeless trying to enter

Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
Word

years in, my career's far from complete
I got hits boy, it's magic how I do it with ease
Even Nas can crown my illness as King's disease
I'm unbreakable,

make album four
Less talkin', I've been workin' more
Better me is what I'm workin' towards
Y'all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court
Oh

that say
What that say
I think you know I ain't even gotta say
What that say
What that say
I think you know I ain't even gotta say
Hit the button ain't

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

I get in line with my Chakras
Fly like helicopters
A hippie understands the assignment smoke proper
Finished off the album while the homie was locked

And I always keep that player shit for the streets
Your man's album hella flimsy, that shit weak
Drapped in some Maktivity for fashion week
She

I hit the ground running

-Came from the bottom
Had hoes in my tennis shoes
Loved when I was broke but when I make it
Now it's attitude
Yeah you only

about time
And that is Monee
Put it on the album 'cause I'm 'bout mine
Quite a few came throwing shade
But couldn't outshine
Hella rappers that I hit

feel
Lil Macs still wonder how a classic feel

I been moving up the ranks like an Alpha male
Albums brought me to the Bank that's without the deal
Told

Whole team hitting free throws,
Hit another lick,
Then we finna go beast mode,
Everything alright,
Cause we living by the G code,

I'm spitting cause I

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

the Lakers game while I'm eatin' Chinese
A couple album sales, now I'm touchin' overseas
Could've been a doctor, rather be a P
Shit been slow motion, yeah,

You know nobody else could get me to do this right

I don't want play by your rules, I make the rules
I pray for you and stay away from fools
I pay

the only source keeping the fucking family straight
Didn't had much, so uncle had to help
No father figure, had to figure out shit by myself
Ain't writing