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from
His management firm, Roc Nation
His record label
Atlantic Records and Maybach Music Group
A subsidiary of Atlantic plus
His own longtime
Manager,

Niggas don't understand that 360 mean a percentage of every income stream
That record ain't doin' no numbers, you trip on your management and your legal

Think Ah So It Go

Shaggy

Midnite Lover

1997

hard
Bus all him sweat fa sell a million record
While some people a relex a dem yard
Si down and a draw bad card
Well then the bag a lip service it

early as the king of this Atlantis shit
Through life's management my Brainwaves was tampered wit
Sick of all the agony, man made catastrophe people seeing

Yeah theres no criminal record here
you didn't find anything in the car
but you chose not to use discretion
and you could have used that discretion,

brand before I had management
Now I’m on the road, my name’s traveling
Across the globe while you’re
At home imagining
You was me that must be so

There comes a time in a man’s life
You got to go and get it
And the training wheels is off
You either riding or you down with it
Face down in it
It

a producer, a label or a publicist
Team management got caught trafficking 
Packages of cannabis, time to handle this
The hardships of an independent artiste
My

the melody of the system that consists of society
Fluidity. Infinite integrity
Sunk cost fallacy
Scheduled flexibility
The ability to escape the company

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to escape
The inbred human race of living deadbeat
Dads milking the motherless childcare system
Let the sleepers have another
Nightmare from Christian

to escape
The inbred human race of living deadbeat
Dads milking the motherless childcare system
Let the sleepers have another
Nightmare from Christian

months in training
Even had me doing ten toes on pavement
Making sure the ends was behaving
See, it's so bad but I ain't complaining
But now I'm

need to go back home 'cause I gotta practice
Training every minute of every day, is what I do
To be honest, I gotta go home to rehearse all my moves
I'm

doing fine with lil girls all in his trunk
He’s a punk
And the justice system junk
It’s a flunk
Rap is changing shit is wack, you n****s suck
And you

shit we need is to get dressed up as fucking models
Been drippin’ so hard they can’t stay close
Don’t play with us we been training like pros
Been

shore
Can't get your words out correct on your record, mwah
Anyways I'm the best I try tell them
What's the point of a soul if your gonna sell it
Your

Weightless Wings

Bliss N Eso

Running on Air

2010

hundred years
Look at our track record, our favourite high achievers
The common thread is, I can all bright believers
I can hurdle every single obstacle