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to drop the album just to put ‘em in they place
Put the pedal to the metal, got some shit I need to settle
Made it to another level, never dealing with

the verses by reversing the curses 
Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase 
On the beat I am a surgeon 
Spitting my songs while you been slurping

my ex sewing up my feelings 
Like a seamstress see i thought i killed the levels but i had 
My shit on easy g i need to change the input and just go

storm, to be the
Prodigy, knowin' logically I'm unharmed
By any methods
I'm plottin' on any second, to take it
To a higher level 'til the ones in heaven

creativity 
What happened to metaphors and meaningful rhymes?   
"Yeah I feel ya, I think I know somebody who'll impress ya though
He goes by the name of CB

I hope its a big Check

Everything is on me, Its for free
Kofi K its me

First Album Dreams = Reality

Nigga call it what u want 
No help for my

and we all connected by roots
You know that your garden is real when it doesn't hold back the truth
Tell you things that you need to hear, (yeah) play no

the cut like I'm sully
Went up the creek with a paddle
Getting a few from the album
Turning the game in to putty
Pop out dummy
We the realest y'all roaches

[Danny:]
Okay, the microphone is all set up. Arin, can you freestyle something off the top of your head so we can check the levels?

[Arin:]
When I'm

either
But umm im an anxious guy
But im a believer fuck that been an under achiever
I'm a believer and im anxious for the album bout to drop
Anxious
Super

day he died
(Rest in peace)
That shit got me fucked up
Caught us by surprise
(On God)
Living every day till the day I die
(Opened eyes)
Champagne

gonna go, Hugo, when Trump gets re-elected?

Grand Master Frump, he ’s mad, too bad, he insists he got robbed
He writes nasty comments in his photo album

don’t have
Working young at BK, greasy uniform and hat
Hustlin for low wages, making whoppers in the back
Take what my boss makes divide it by 5, cut that

I really didn’t have no direction for this song 
Like really
Really the album was finished
I just saw this beat heard this beat, whatever 
And I got

doubted
Rerouted on the up and up
To pumping from the volume 
It's levels to the albums 
Projected from the housing
Stretching like I'm Dhalsim prepared me

I made it my mission to level up
Foot on the pedal I'm revving up
Olympian with it we medaled up
Bet on myself till I settled up
Foot on they neck

that's full of burn holes
Tryna flip it to an album that'll turn gold
And then eventually plat
Remember back in school they were never mentioning that

Mothafucka im the sandman but I dont get blown away easily 
My shits at a whole nother level high frequency 
But shout out to the ones who been

chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip like a drive by

Make a milli, then I might die
G's all clean what you imply?
As I'm waking by I'm leaving all black eyes behind me
I'm tailing you, don't mind me
Point

designer clothes
When I’m 18 gonna book real shows
Wanna level up but I’m gonna take it slow
I’m on fire and I’m looking for a place to go
I get thrown

Would take abuse
You don't know
What I've been through
The things they said
The things they do
I'm stronger now
I'm breaking through
The levels I will

Krainpaper by the bundles
Taking chances keep my head
Above water down bad for a long Time consolidating all my quarters Marinating is the Thought

up in the mountains
They don't know where I'm really at
My consciousness getting better by the second and minute
My sound so fresh, so unique
Ain't