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my mind free (It's the mind)
Control my brand advance in the industry
Mic in one hand the other for the anarchy (yuh)
I can make my demands, ain't

(On god baby kick that shit again)
(If this ain't 32 den ion want it)
(I put that on my mama bitch)
Ima take the band off cuz I'm deep in the cut I

at night is that breeding time/
You ain't seeing mine/cuz thats dreaming time/
Won't be a pawn in your scheming mind/
c sleepy head with a freezing mind/
Is

me
Yeah yeah you can gone head turn me up
Got Alyx in my chains i feel grunge
Live aloof cause I don't give a fuck
just know I ain't changing for nun

never understand, if you won't take no risk
I got a billion dollar dream, and watch, I'm gon' reach it
Too many times they gave me warnings, I ain't seen

I count my guac

Throw a stack on the table
Bet I look like the man
But I won't through a dollar
Girl I ain't your only fan
I'd rather drop a brand

still pursuing
Whipping the benz, picking up grams
Chasing the bands, wearing the brands
Pick up the woods, pick up the cones
Anything, you should know

and No rubber band, I said what I Said and after that I
Say less, cause I'm saving my Money just by saving my brand, I put my head down and go
In and go

Two hundred dollar my steak
On brand new mahogany plates
This life been a hell of a ride
I'm so used to making mistakes
But I'm still a hell of a guy
I

You ain't got no idea what I been thinkin', I been contemplating
I would rather sleep with Cardi B, I sleep in Cartier
No these glasses not from

I ain't have a dollar to my name
And now the chicken in
I don't give a fuck about the fame
I need my dividends
I know that bitch want my heart
But I

If you ain’t getting money get up out the way
By any means necessary, get the cake, wait
See I’m a nigga with money and
I don’t love that bitch
But

such an evil stench
And my childhood was robbed from me on Christmas by the Grinch

And I made a million dollars in my dream, yes for real
Time to make

Hmm
This year is gonna be different
I ain't gon let 'em destroy me and try to ruin Christmas
I gotta hit Mariah Carey or somethin', she got it

Let it be known that he is back My name's Innis Haters, my life's like the latest throwback Like Michael Jordan, nigga brand of full five Put that

doin'
Say he wanna blow me down, come up on me and do it
And I ain't cappin' when I speak, bitch, I'm really gon' shoot it
You think I'm pussy 'cause

might riding round jug a few pounds
Brand new engines, they don't make a sound
Used to buy whips to have fun around
Now I just go drive my son around
Shit

overtimes in love, at least that's what's whispered
You counted the days gone, I counted all the shows
Counted dollar signs and all the brand new clothes

3rd Coast

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World

2000

yeah I got this

See I'm mentally ready, fuck those is testing me
Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy
Slip and slide like a snake, pop up

Hold up, you ain't heard of Murdock though
That dude with lines sweeter then your fresh mint floss yo
Spitting flows like crossbows across those

a Grammy
Motion pictures painted, you ain't in it
Powered by the dollars, can't evade it
Did it since a jit, I can't explain it
Do it 'til it's over, I'm

out they feelings by spending cause aint no love in they core 
But I got love in my corner
Who got my back like no other 
I can't call on my siblings

ran by a criminal
I'm the king of rap
There ain’t none higher
Sucka emcees
Some wack ass rhymers
To fuck with my style
Better pack iron
Can’t stop

by what you do

I tried, to put it aside
I'm working hard every minute, my conscious Tell  me I'm finished
Eyes closed, heart cold
If anybody out there