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doubted me, questioned me, didn’t believe me when
I said I’d drop a mixtape, oh shit that was a mistake
This shit sound like an album, so fuck whoever

a pocket pussy so feeble
Thought he cold up on my shoulder let me heat the metal 
Controlling nothing but a beat block run by devil 
That girl a dime piece

job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But

a couple niggas catching cases like my pokeball
I like to go and beat my meat to yuii in the parking lot
I think she may be 17 but really look like 4 or 1
I

eyelids
I showed her beats from my album and she was preaching with silence
But nevermind that, cuz I would throw my pen and pad away
Now get your booty in

you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I

of food intaking
On Beat formation and graduation
I'm far from staying complacent
In fact I'm too fixated
On steadily notating
On this new album
That became

I can't believe I get to be him

"Thank you Buck
But I can get by on my own
The thing is, you don't have to
I'm with you to the end of the line, pal"

can't stop me, by the way
Suicidal if you walk in my aim
Cue the title cards, I think that James
Cameron needs a camera on my reign
An 30 hour album can't

about me
I made my peace by killing beats out there in Durham county
While they would sleep, I'd write sixteens, to keep myself from drowning
And now I'm

(lingo)
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain't come unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I don't give a fuck about no hit record
I'ma

to promote
MusicForNormies' new album coming out this year, troubleshooting!
It's gonna be one good ride
Uh, yeah
Listen to this next part!
But listen

Don't need the bling or the swaggage (No)
To kick you straight outta Scranton (Woo)
You're making cash with your albums
But the paper we make, we planted

my career, then we gon’see
I hope the albums you're gonna work on
Gon’ sell a ton
But all your productions gon’ flop
I took that personally, felt like

and make art
cnd I'm influenced by many different people
Mediums and meaty ideas
So meet the shape-shifter
The mystery of syncopated beats
Were you listening

You know the saying, Merry Christmas to all, to all a good night

These beats about to make you tingle. I call this my Christmas jingle. Santa, yeah
He

And they ain't scared to catch a case
See I'm ahead of the race
In my lane where I will stay
I'm not loved by people
But I bang in other states

I'm the type

I'm pretty excited for the new album coming out this year

Take all your money or I will eat your cheesecake
This is all off the dome. I did it in one

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

laughing cause I told her my pipe dream
But this the same bitch that's finna rip out my pipe thing
Put it on my life I'll die by this rhyme thing
Ripping n

noise and let's start with them audibles
Everybody tellin' me that you will never make it Overnight
I got an album comin tellin' me it's possible

Top 10

it's up  and Unc gon go spinnin in the rain
Heavy kick, heavy swang and thats courtesy of Saint
Jumped back on that pavement by choice I haven't came kit

a virtue, wait with no curfew

Just like a baby born late from the birth due
Haters wanna give shade, throwing dirt too
But I ain't never have a stain on my

this beat and proceed to handle business
They cant figure me out Im too authentic
A made nigga you better call Dave Sirulnick
My minds racing but this