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I know you a real one ?
So maybe you'll feel when I'm telling you this
You know this game, you've sat on that bench
6 by 9 cell and it's smelling

Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas

the Hutt,
Shut out your issues, drink like Sutt.
Rh1no and Sn8ke ain't gettin' a cut,
Here's a better deal, go home and masturbate,
In fact, nah, return

in a bowling lane
Im inspired by pain
You throw shots I don't drop or get burned Ill return w a firing range
I wired my brain to think different
Your

Transgender life-ender
They tryna confess, I say return to sender
And I'm blowing off fake friends
Like you know I better
Force-femmed goddess, ain't nobody

just ran around on 'em
Put that medal on my neck, man
I don't gotta play the game no more
Cause I already won the gold
And I be hitting all my goals
Like

of them were missing
I hope they return them before they turn women

I made this song to justifying my thinking
So many other artistes no dey reason
If

you may

Waiting
Contemplate the day of your return while
Evading
The enemy and everything he turns
No trading
My soul under any circumstances
If I give

check this very album cover
I'm about to smother the
Ignorance out you motherfuckers
You sleepin on this Teacha
Let me get you out them covers
No time for

I should have left a note before I left home
Return of the intellectual
Vessel to level the metronome
Using lows as stepping stones
For setting goals

Muthafucka'
But no pop

This ain't no copycat posse trap cookie cutter poppy rap
This shits for rockin while your clockin cash in a hockey mask
I walk the path

lack talent
Still could make it far
Know a friend who got a classic album
Get no plays at all
I work for everything I ever had
I could never fold

in what’s damned to bleed
I ain’t got no metaphors
I ain’t got entendres
I just got a lot of problems
Won’t you settle for
Like an album of me popping

so ain’t no need, trying to check us.
I put these things in my letters,
Flip mode like Busta, and now they all wonder,
How Rob’s managed to make it

there's no break I'm just gonna go straight through
Aight, kick that shit

Ha, Heaven-sent I can prove this
Any crowd, turn me up loud, KR will move

and the people don’t wanna have it 
Blind sighted, by life and the clowns that live in it 
Guys that be acting fool, and picking at all the little bits
No

Yeah, but then Freddy came back to replenish our ship
That was awful nice of him to give for nothing in return
Uhh are you sure it was for nothing?
I

to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'

getting every penny for diss album I ain't miss shit
Cooked up every beat an still had time to get a spliff in
Time is man made
I ain't pressed to get no

by one rhyme for rhyme
And still don't smell no hunger
Patience taking a toll on me
But them blue faces they got a hold on me
So im at the fast cash

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write

I'm just saying that the praying bit explains a lot
If there is a god then strike me down
No? Never mind just listen to Frown
This is track number seven

see the nice
I'm too afraid to sign the line
There'd be no turning back
I'd sell off all my poetry
And in return get stacks
The money isn't worth it
I

then that check came on Monday
After that, I didn't see no Sunday
Because all the rain from the sky was a low day
I've been backstabbed like the O'Jays
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