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to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

as Ben Carson (yeah-yeah)
Back in the bricks, I was givin' dick to all my sergeants (yeah-yeah)
I know you mad 'cause your friends ain't no Gs (not

Hardest out bitch outta Baltimore
Yeah I be dat
And I ain't get on top
By giving top and burning kneecaps
I be burnin' trees back
Better call the bear

music edits, wish I had total control of it
Linkin Park, NWA got me in sync
Listening to The Incredible True Story
I like these albums that feel like

sleeping in silence
I find comfort knowing y'all don't make a peep fuck a siren
As I'm speeding right by em
My flow so poseidon
They gon need to just wait

the bus hit?
Daily dabble in the deleterious
Self-harm will steal your heart before instilling fear in it
Black king—He was buried beneath a pyramid
Aimed

incorrect for the hell of it/
what you thought bitch I was celibate/
When we back in the club we packin' the club to the rim/
girls do anything to get in/

Cleaning tables and sweeping
While waiting for 12 to hit
I'm anxious and hype
Cause my favorite artist dropping new shit
Five years since his last

struggling with that
Thinking bout girls I wish that I had
Thinking I should call em, and tell em I want em back
Tell em it's my bad, let's leave it in

tuition (Uh)
Only chance I have is one, Chauncey Billups (Whoo)
Now I got my life in the back of the truck
Wishing every doubt I had was won
Wishing every

Shameless

Buddy

Harlan & Alondra

2018

question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother

known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him

flows
Over there over there
Back down manna av no care
Dumb rude girl that's weave Not hair
I don't give fucks I don't have None spare from the waste

feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,

in your mind
By thoughts and stress around you
This song
This album proves that you can get through it
You can Find yourself
Yeah in my mind i feel all

weapons, blowguns, every
mother-fuckin' thing - what a fuckin' rush. We were cookin' the shit up, an'
I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back

rapper to walk
The planet

Uh uh

Threw my blessing upwards
My H in is reverse
wheels hit the dirt
Verses cemented in this earth

A menace to society
I'm

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

coming back to save you
You a grown up ass adult 
Imma stay original 
cnd never have to join the cult 

Yeaaahhhh
Im punching in with brass knuckles  4x
Ya

being important, huh
They tell you are thangs
Tug at your heart strings
Didn't get you the arcade
Do you think you saw things
Then its back

Take this picture so your memory last a little longer 
Feel the burn, feel the rubble, getting nowhere problems  
Pop a pill, procrastinate album