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stopped motion and captured attention
Picked up the sticks and never quit the addiction
Repercussion was love for my drumming and commitment
Beat takes me

Now Gzeppy's in Giuseppe's
My future is super like Dragon ball Z
Beerus bars I'm the G.O.D
Hakai enemies, destroy this beat
You won't forget me, no

XRP to the moon baby
Move over slim shady
It's hazey B in the future I'm a DJ
But today I'm day trading
Raging at player haterss not getting their

Hands up cause my future's in my hands
With my friends eating sushis in japan
(you ain't)
If he hates know he'll turn into a fan
Everything will go

the cover, let the tourists come on the weekend
The prelude to gallery, y'all future's a tragedy
Passports and travel dreams
Y'all better pass sports, you

the cover, let the tourists come on the weekend
The prelude to gallery, y'all future's a tragedy
Passports and travel dreams
Y'all better pass sports, you

me

Just tryna run rap, the game is like a track meet
And on a track, ain't no way you could lap me
The city taught me so many lessons, when it's beef

I'm glad to teach
Need a queen by my side, with an ass elite
Who just wanna work it out like an athlete
I'm the one to worry bout on any track or beat

Take a brand new soul
Put it in a school
The indoctrination factory
Guarantees all doom
The bullies of the mind
Will beat you ‘til you bow
Fucked up

On the factory floor
(There's nothing more to gain 
From the company store)

The unions all got busted 
By the reps that you trusted
The future of our nation 
Got

by a thread
And I want them dead
I sat on read thinking funny I asked you to my my crib
Did you think Id lay your voice on the track in my hood
Your

taught me for my whole life, father figure looking sightless
Put my life into a track nigga, so the music always timeless
Live and die by the rap nigga,

always run it like track
Fuck That
This shit if my future man
That shit was my past
And I gotta make a living so I gotta make it last
All the children they

the Cash
Picked up lines for the money, it flirted back
We talked about the future, layed down a couple tracks
Never throw tantrums, Over here we throw

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra

Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I

we move faster
Ray Gun got that blaster (Pow)
Preach on beats like pastor (Preach)
My guys stay on go mode
His bars they just so-so
Future bright like

Beginners looking up pictures on proper use of a soul 
Page 3, paragraph 13 hips hop to the sounds in the D
Young boy, old soul, I bump oldies 
New year, new

Luke, they were both kinda lit
But most of them ended up bein' dicks
4L13N Produced, this beat is lit
Ain't on some basic rappin' shit
Oh no I'm getting

anyway
Patience is one thing
But just look at me
No one told me to murder these beats
But I did it
Who knows
This one might be enough for an offense maybe

It's in my mind, it's burning through my spine
Whilst I stop, run away from this
My cold blood tyranny
Shaped by hypocrisy
Shelled by democracy
Born

"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy

Intro

Yeeeeaaa! 
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou

"It's Mr N on that track"

Uh

Iyaah
yah
yah

Lord's preach

(Chorus)

I'm a lord how I preach
Best in the game, they vouching for me,
They been

Yo, listen mmm

Remember me?
I was on police cars on Channel U 2003
So when I tell you it's 10 years
In fact it's more like 13
And when I was 13

Monty made the beat you got it on repeat
Word out on the streets is
Zero brought the heat
Monty made the beat this shit is on repeat
Zero bounce