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shit
And the album y'all ain't ready for that shit

And I hear y'all talking in comments
I outta type sum back
But I ain't nun like you
I just sit back

sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for

the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster

would also like to thank my cousin Jr
Aka, Rowe Stussy
If it wasn't for you, this album wouldn't have turned out the way it is
Thank you for your support

nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You

aiming for the ceiling floor 

Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door 

Niggas  hate the way I

I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track

a person to have and you should rethink that
I really relate to their uh
Their album Pinkerton I really
The lyrics really speak to me
I think you should

You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
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and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one

humans
This song is a form of leverage
This album is a form of leverage
Not long ago
I would have had to sit in a lecture
Hall and lecture each of you

you smiling like that
When you're little crib did not Have a roof
Hoe this a new sound
My album a classic
Watch me get a plaque
Just from telling

(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months

time’ll have me flat by the life line 
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it

with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,

know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album

every time I'm by you!

This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)

on next
I'm tryna work on an album
An album
Well, what are you gonna say
What is it about
Yeah, I was thinking the album name could be Time Is A Feeling

ten on this album, so forgive me for wanting just the one
It could be good, maybe we should make some music, some music not by John
I could sing

motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years

And not that I think it's a terrible album
Some of my favorite songs are on this album
The issue with this album is
As many people in the past have

about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob

I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old

Jo Leute, was geht
Ich bin scfits und wenn du dieses Album bis hierhin gehört hast
Dann bist du ein richtiger Atze oder eine richtige Atzin
Ich habe