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the mixing
But you would never get to hear don't understand the lyrics
Forget it though I think it's time for me to slow it down
Put a nigga on it got me

Threw myself a pretty assist
The flow is suitable
Measured by the inches to fit
So I ain’t dressing to the nines, I’m a ten in this bitch
I’m witty with

shocked by my motives 
Not in it for
Fame or a dollar 
Just change 
Not in it for 
Fame or a dollar 
Not in it for 
Fame or a dollar 
Just change
Rawr

This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm

about to break out
No one know how I am, so I'm screaming out loud
I'm the bomb, I'm fuckin' wicked with it
Still Im here sayin' fuck the fame lyrics I

Let me take you back to
The mid to late 90s
When Me and my crew
Had some tunes we were hiding
Parental advisory
Watch the lyrics
Now it’s so sad

at 22
By 27 i'ma make a mil while I shine
Waiting patient for my moment
Inside of my bedroom lights
Selling out Staples, singing overseas
Getting pussy

feigning
Leaning, how many drinks did I have last evening
Oh lord, the hangover sucks
The feeling is like I got hit by a truck
But at the same time I’m

mind takes me
Learn from Ricky Bobby, good with the shake and baking
Lyric overflow, rowdy like a rodeo, karate chop you Tokyo, and paralyze you, polio

this song and baby it ain’t too Long
I want you to feel my lyrics, all night long
I want you to feel my lyrics, all night long
I want you to feel my

as fuck outside boy
Just like how I like it, Rowe Season
Maybe it’s me
Maybe I waited on niggas to see my vision not knowing
I gotta lead by example for

Hit her with the bug spray cause in the country
We gotta fight fleas, ticks, and lice
A slight breeze knocked down by my trees
Dances with my daughter

Dealing cards, fake IDs, we be going off
Whip the Benz, foreign cars, we be down by law
Flip the smoke, burn it off, we be rolling raw
Making bread, keep it

They told me I should flex a little
Fuck being modest and humble I’ll stay right in the middle
So let me start by bragging bout all of the things

to be about ten
I told them to throw me a curveball then I started swinging for the fence
I was hitting bars like a prison guard, one lyric to the next

Lyrics blowing up rhythms in my vulnerable conscience
I put my brain to the test when I flip that switch
Switching back to that aggression that is

get is more than just another rhyme
This love is channeled, this is no mimicking mime
The lyric's divine, in the formula, the digit's a sign
Unlike

So you probably heard the last album that I made
I spent all my time to perfect the things I made
My music got Inspired by the greatest from the 90s'

Lyrics that I've written cause I know they feel the damn same
You ain't vibing well that's a damn shame
You can either get on the bus or get hit by

be swiping through my lyrics while your swiping through Tinder
I shoulda been in Fort Minor got a name to remember
I wasn't born. Nah they found me in

me 
Get that bitch right off her knees 
No I am not to be pleased by no bitch that's full of greed
Nigga please nigga please
Why do y'all envy me

me down
You hold me down
I got a lotta pride
But you hold me down when you are standing by my side
Like a GPS you’re my reliable guide and
Somebody I

Don’t speak Spanish that’s fine by me
Its Straight Fire In the Booth
More Fire than Shaq
I'm loaded with these bars
Ready to attack
Going grat-atat-tat

the stones or the rocks
These lyrics are deep like the ocean by the dock

Ignore the hate
Do not be late
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