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Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that

that do believe in luck
God by my side, and I still keep my glock (Glock)
Eyes on the price and I put them on lock
Yo! (Aye!)
Hold! (Aye!)
I don't fear

reports
Abort the mission deported immigrants they be missin'
Spittin' musical medicine listen to their rhythm hit em
And I'm only seventeen
Walk in Time

off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all

of all the albums we've sold
Now with... this new Millie a Millie we talking more bold
All these Niggahs flash a Millie a Milli all for show
I saw a white

alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,

Take your bag like a healthcare provider
Make some noise for the east siders
Yeah I make hits like zack snyder
In my victory lap I'm with drice in

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

hit you
Soon as you said it, you regret it
I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you
Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man
It's all good

Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not

up like I'm Drizzy 
Can't stick to one style 
Like JAY1, RussMB
Every song the same 
They ain't really hits to me 
When my first album drops
The rest

And Crazy
It's Drama Time[Time]
I'm Gettin' Ten For A Show[Lets Go]
Album Aint Even Dropped
When it's Dropped I'm Gettin' Mo
Wish I Can Go Down Every

couldn't handle heat this nuclear
Well so what, been saying how I'm really bout to blow up
I go nuts, beats always torn up, they never know what
Hit em when

inner rich
Forget the honeys I'm talking another hit list
I'm trying to have my album on your girl wish list
I'm looking over facts like your girl want

this in motion
Lounging around, big man has been coasting
Up in my seat, the day is approaching
Gotta show again that I haven’t left
Wanna make hits I

writing rhymes, inspired by Illmatic
I’m still at it, every record I record leave
The record shattered
Cause I’ll be in the lab for a month
Searchin for

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

she needing
Yeah this the intro, watch who you call your kinfolk
Yeah he my slime, so I told wipe his nose
Glock by my dick, nah that ain’t a dildo

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

Labels, special in the charts
Hard, staying with me
And by the way, I didn't say yes, I said maybe
So crazy, out my brain like my name Stacy
Bee married me,

brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity

I’m off and running like the chase is on (On)
Make an album faster than they make a song (Song)
Got so many hits it’s like I’m playing Pong (I ping)
All

gaining on us, so I had to think fast
“Kegel, let’s go up to the…uh”, I hit a bramble and I stumbled
And I tried to catch myself, but the stumble turned

Fuck what a bitch nigga think you gotta deal with that
Go buy a dress
Trill ain't never sold my soul I can live with that
All by myself
The highest light