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I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album

I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like

She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah

I can

pushing through like I'm Lupe 
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking

Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots

Fuck,

it
Round here
Tell the boys
That I'll catch'm
In the sunshine
The beach is callin' me
And I just gotta me it mine
We'll hit the road
Yeah we're leavin'

my boy Tay, to hit with the K, now all my oppas be doing the race

'Crib is a bakery, stay with the bread
Run up on Preme, get hit with some lead
I got

shit) after I propose
I'm not just another politician politicing
It's your boy 50 - here we go

Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds
But I ain't never

the week
We eating honey Cheerios
Heading over to the beach
Damn look at all the girls
Fuck em all
One by one
Stack of condoms
Full of sperm
They call me axe

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

1500 square feet is not the goal
Need a villa by the beach upon the shore
Gotta hit the baddest bitch in every city on the road
But I'm happy with my

a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,

Techno D-Day

Joe Strummer

Rock Art and the X-Ray Style

1999

still waiting for the signal to go
Then the walkie talkie gear spat out the all clear
And the boys hit the decks in full flow, go, g-g-go

It was

Hold Up

Nelly

Murphy's Law

2003

a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so

Spaceship vibes, kickin shit with the aliens
Bankroll child, better known by my alias
I'm on a trip to the Vault
Bama boy grammar, she likes how I talk
Ain't

snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go

get down with you
I wanna get down with you, kick it with you
Blow it with you, book it with you
Sail across that blue off the beach of Cancun
Hit

shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo

collection
More like a Little Deuce Coupe I'm on the Beach Boys level
This is my opening opus another Lonely Heartbreak
Except it's better than Pepper's

nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album, ya'know what I mean?
500 Degreez
They all ridin' with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman

on the pot
We just getting to the money
Powder to bread is a miracle, boys got spiritual
Crib by the beach, got waves in my living room
Clip within reach, get

god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Aye
I'm a New England Boy (East Side)
I'm a New England Boy

I can keep up with your tempo too
With your dimples, baby dont you ever try to doubt me
All the boys falling on the wayside
They wanna be on my bae

album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We

down

I will drag beneath the filth allowed by the industry
My soul is catching fire with the spirit of Katniss Everdeen
You're the capitol
Prepare for