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Album ki nh thori hype, kehrahe wo karde revive
Mujhe karte follow, nahi karta mein hypnotize
Aisi type teri baby DM karti slide
Roshi asar

Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com

Blending the meaning to sweeten the savory beating
They heated and lemonated me
I'm out of the oven and hovering hot with stacked outcomes
No bad albums just

bad news
Hate to be the bearer of bad news
Your resume was barely viewed
Your album got no views
And bad reviews
Fair dos
melodic airs were misconstrued

gon split, we finna dip if any clip start getting lit
Yeah at first you think you're hid until we hit your fucking crib
Hit a lick up on lil babies
Yes

z môjho publika tvorá deti
Hned na začátku by som vás chcel upozornit že som faker a na svoje si tu dojde každý hejter
Nevím sa trafit na beat a mám

with royalty, that's why he won't speak
I can tell by how he move, he ain't who he claim to be
Disrespecting me is how you find your face on your fleece

baddie showing her tattoos
She got a little blue butterfly on her waistline
Told me that there was another one on her ass too
We interrupted by a call

I can only hope things get better from here, cause sometimes I wish that I could just go
down and disappear
When I lay by myself I don't know why I

all of my pics, am I just a phase you were in
Good guy, make me pad tai, send me home with a baby have a goodnight
I'll miss you a little bit sometimes

you ain't ever gonna jack the sound (Nope)
It's too original, a science how I have it down (Yeah)
Down pat, baby
I can see right through the praise from

an album, now I put another need to rest
You said I miss you, let's get together
But you missed all of your chances to stay by my side
And when I go and pop

inside me
Maybe I've drawn too many conclusions bout the world I see
But I don't know, another day goes by with you baby
Everything's alright when you're

pants
Racks stuffd in my jeans, i’m riding in two seater and you know its Benz
Never got no rich friends, i’m always by myself
Getting all this cash,

to me lil fella
Reach for my ice leave him cold like December
We are not the same I reach my goals by January
You copy my swag you is a canary
I bet that

Aye, I ride for you baby, I hope you know that im all in, My brain is a battle, That i cannot win, I wish u would save me, I cannot pretend,
That you

every sentence last

If my days were in a photo album
You'd look and cherish every one
Laugh and cry at all the memories
From baby steps to all the days

a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen
Yeah, this shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets
This album just a biproduct

are starving
And your baby mama can't help you neither
She on unemployment
put your family first, feelings last
Cause that's what the law is
put your

Sometimes I picture it in my head
What if I faded away into the photo albums
And left it all behind
And moved on to paradise

I could take the roads

Brand new whip, high tinted
Hit 250 on the dashboard
Got baddies droppin' addies
They want me to be they baby daddy
Hop in the whip now the ladies

Finished my first album but had to scrap it
This a true story
Ain't finna do none of that capping
Iono you like that
We ain't cool
Don't dap me
No

oh it looks tasty
After scoring I rock the baby like
Michael Jackson I'll get shaky
Let me go under just like the navy
I'll come around and swim about

at it again, I'm doin this daily
Messiah a friend, no need for waiting
This album go crazy, just like He made me
My bro had a baby, my God out here