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that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making

to me
Y'all glorify rappers and look at their albums like bibles, but he ain't no god to me
Eyeballs and god frauds are what drive me, they help the car

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

nigga, I'm by myself now, I do what the fuck I want to do

In der Präsi im Ritz-Carlton bin ich resident
Baby liest die Zeit ab von der Patek Philippe

until the album drop
So just stay tuned
You best believe I'm gon stack this green till it blue
Hate how everyone watching how I move
Stacking up my views

watching my back
Blood on the whip clutching a strap
Try it and walk up and see if it's cap
Ain't know you before the album you ain't getting dap.

Finna

bout what makes me feel better
Blue bills the real cheddar
I drop
Uh
And every day I'm fucken copping shit, rocking Shìt
And you know that I really bop

at the desk, Im red pilled and based ya'll are blue Pilled at best
Haha, it's gettin' gruesome and grotesque
Better save ya face - I Blow it right off in the end

Blaze)

Real as they come
Where I'm from, I'm the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig

end up by switching my beat to then stop moving till my brain is dead
Hell, all I'm doing is relying on my parents' wallet plus some fishy loans
I am

his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns

albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay

Like Huey,

P. Newton,
That's Huey,

Pharaoh spirit inhabit,
My body and mind,

Through my tatts,
cnd my jewellery,
You'd think I was Yugi,

Wolf head

Young player nigga you can sell by my aura
Fresh than a bitch stay dripping in Dior
Then I got bored so a plane I aboard
In a king size bed I was

jumbo (uh, uh)
(That shit still clappy, though)

Yeah, bad ho getter, real P pusher, bad ho fucker (yeah)
I get turnt up when I'm fuckin' these

acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna

the championship
Now they talking all that shit, thought they was his family
Your circle can be damaging, don't let em take away from you
Even when you feeling blue

secrets to beneath the immeasurable blue
Or rather a shifting hue
The clouds were passing through
Obstructing the frail sun, at that point, painted so pale

ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your

ever had
Small part of my heart left
& a year later I lost my Dad
Watched him turn blue
Died with his eyes open so I closed them
Not a single tear in

going back

I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine

nigga, it's DrumWork forever
It's Griselda forever, GxFR, you know them four letters ('kay)
My nigga Buff touched down, hope his P.O. Let up (nigga)

that I'll die just to stay away from the red and blue lights
1 or 2 things in my life

That I have grown to regret
Memories I've repressed
Actions I've

and get yo ass on your way
S to the see double O-P with the shack don't play
delay, no way like a plane comin through
Dove Shack's in the house droppin