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or Bobby
Got Kim K or Kanye West
You ain't take a loss when you been up Conny
Then you ain't had a hard days yet
Young G's in the ride with the shotty
They

a big tool right
But she said I did alright
This hit you different when life is trying to bake you
I whip it and flip it and take you by the hand
You can

young and I was out making pinstant grands
Fuck all that city girl summer 
You're my friend way more than a lover

handkerchief.
But he's a hero to me. Or has been,
He's a has been.
Papers came out when I were 20,
News about his fence he
Washed his money with the notion

And put your right hand under your left Hand
And keep doing circles
And were gonna call it the pop rock
So when I say hit the pop rock
I want you to hit

made
With answers that you know I dread
You guess you were just bored enough
A fiery grump, a throbbing head
Lured by sultry pressed flowers
To an ivory

Getting me higher and higher 
My whole heart is on fire 
I’m a bastard
I’m a lier 
I’m just way more flyer 
You making sigh bruv 
Bitches got me acting like

centerfield when
I be running for the pop-up fly
You're thinking I'm like Lo Cain
Here's a preview
My name is Mr mac Maniac Lethal
I'm like Dyson when I'm

river, making my skin twitch as I speak to a snotty
grandmother.

I wanted to please you but you like sweet drunken girls, running around leaving a trail

clubs in Milwaukee inspired by the group called the Schemers
We were young dreamers
Hip-hop evangelism to the non-believers
Planet Patrol Afrika Bambaataa

the violence

It's not up to you or me
It's up to us
We'll moving in by feet
They'll be moving in my bus
Makes it hard to flood the streets
When covered by

as one
Getting lost in the same old book
That you did when you were young

But it seems like
Everything around me is changing
Faster than a bullet out

the flames
Cop a whip a little drop so you can pose with your chain
And when you don't do it they say your not game
If your really making it brother maintain

yeah, we're lifted
Hieroglyphs in my lyrics
Get the picture? It's inscripted
World full of scrubs
Like I'm surrounded by doctors
Them fake it 'till you

going to keep you up all night
Let me see you move to the groovin'

When the DJ spins the sound
I get chills down by spine
The music's making me high

I

You only come alive with the other guys
You only come around when they dump your ass
You told too much lies
Onlo, onbó bí pé ìwo n'ilèkèdí
O'lama wà

innermost thoughts
Still looking for answers, while my mind is still not lost
Looking at this picture of me when I was young
Got a mic in my hand, always

the clarinet in high school 
In the early years of the millennium when you were young
And you said you're hired, the pay is negligible, and the tour starts

the clarinet in high school 
In the early years of the millennium when you were young
And you said you're hired, the pay is negligible, and the tour starts

"Son
I was all that when I was young"
So from that point on I set my sights on
Making a record that people thought
Was the hype joint philly, born

he's fitting me
Just like a puzzle piece by piece I'm building up a scene
And to think all of this started just from making beats
Even before when I was

off my phone When we the hit radio
Since we were young we both been Dreaming of counting stacks
We ain't flipping packs, we both Tryna live a life from

feel intimidated
By anyone's hustle cuz
You know what I believe
In me only me myself
What if what they taught
You when you were young is all lies
What if

Thought he could get it easily 
But I ain't gonna let'em
Cause you know this shit ain't free

I started making my own beats
People thought they were neat