Lyrics:
stalling cause I ain't stopping
I'm bossing cause I ain't propping
That young boy really popping
From Atlanta, you woulda thought Brooklyn would've had my
they turn your album on you gotta murder the verse
That you spit first
And then from there: you carry it out
It doesn't matter what you say next, they're
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
This album was recorded in just two weeks and was influenced by Logic and Lucki and all the hating motherfuckers out there, shoutout freeskar Hoe
to push away the negativity, it almost left me paralyzed
Not gonna get brainwashed by culture vultures in lake laogai
The walking dead left your walk-ins
and I say don't hit my line
I've been working everyday just tryna put in the grind
Didn't run away from shit, but now I know that it is time
Time to fuck
make me cry every time that you sit by my side
Like the air, ever present but intangible I
Breathe you in, but you're gone in the blink of an eye
Like
the butter chicken
And a side tikka
My decisions come from a visions
Of a time in my life
When I won't have the time to teach ya
So take note
I'm a show you
(This the domination Album)
Iris Prism
Let's go
I remember the first time that I met you (met you)
I really thought you were something special
motherfuckin' money when it's physical
Talkin' out your neck gon' get you checked by how we spinning you
No pressure what we did to you
Let me calm down in this
to God a couple nights ago
Inshallah this album gonna blow
I've been hitting Churches and the Mosques
With Kiavash, Vince, and Hadi Khan
Learning about
dey sleep for night
I dey vex cause music is all on my mind
I've been doing it nor be today, e don tey
Albums, Mixtapes, EP's, Hey
Fuck what you saying
Mobbing on the scene
Covered by the shadows of my team
No cheat codes for max ammo
You better use that stealth camo
Bringing out the whole drum
Leave
Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with
all the way back in 2023
Saved it for my album cause I know a fucking masterpiece
Made a plan, took a while but I did it all lonely
Must've opened my
straight by me as we passed in the door
I said hello but I guess that you never heard
Can't bring myself to play your albums anymore
You've got the papers
head that I want to forget
Uh and I don't live with regret
But I've been living with a chick while other chicks try to text
It wasn't me
You ain't
and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I'm more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In '86 spitting free in the park
I've been patiently waiting
to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy
Thinking about when my dog first started to ball
Telling me I was blessed use my gift
But it was hard to stay away from that gangsta shit (so hard)
Young
to the west coast, what you banging, this is LHHC
Now three albums later, I've still got love for the scene
From Europe to Japan and back and everywhere in
that beg for me to stay
i've come here seeking hope
in the land of meaning
(chorus)
Tempted by the rules
segregation made by fools
we're we all stand
{*scratched: "kick the science"*}
[D-Nice]
So what's up? I hear you've been lookin for the Nice
But now I'm here, standin clear in your sight
that
I've never felt like this before
Like I'm sober
I'm breaking the rules that you follow
Invincible
It's a new day, out of my way
Here I
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