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killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

of those guys
Interesting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)
Those lovely moments
I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we

a tauntaun yuh
Sailor V I'm with the team like that long blonde yuh
Hit em with a special beam, Heyzu took it for the team
Then he rose up after three like

Shakin' in the Alley

Mac Mall

Immaculate

[ CHORUS ]
I'm like a dopefiend shakin in the alley fiendin for a hit
Can you bring this? 
Huuuh, when I listen to your tape, I can feel it
Nothing

mellow
Trynna hit you up but I get no hello
You don't like me you just like the attention
Don't want me you just want the affection
Beat me? Imma 3-peat,

Boy C to the LIDO by the way though
Badman coming through

I would have said brikiti live on this one cus it sounds right
But I wont
Just incase you

done, I'm out here partying
On the street hustling, or in the studio making hits
The trap game back then, it's funny cause it was my bitch
She in love

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

album
Everything that has happened to me
That’s why I make music
To talk about everything that has happened
You was a model too the connection felt so

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

do?
Prove to me, nah I'll prove to you
You'll see who the fuck I am
Motherfucker this is PYRAT
I hit this shit and I mix it up
With the motherfucking

Madden.
Fuckin’ on your madam, 
Got her pussy spazzin’.
Hit it ‘till she stop me then I swung my dick back in. 
Beat it from the front,
Then I hit it from

is homey better do you
Coz a one hit wonder never hit twice
And when the trends are gone you gone hate life
Coz money come money go like a train ride

charge no shit to this game
Never seen no beef and that's the reason I claim bitchmade

Dem' man don't hit their targets, I got better aim with piss-spray

how I know how to okay
I have an album that I'm putting together 
That's full of songs about a bunch of things I want to do better
And I believe in

next month
You asked what I was working on, I said I'm writing an album of love songs
I laughed and said love songs are dumb
And I said yeah, wait

your design
Put my hands on your behind, while I'm dicking you down
Help you reach your climax, hit the switches and clown
Liquids glistening off your

My lil youngin' ain't trust none they was told to keep they mask on

I dropped albums up the murder rate, turn L.A. to a kill zone
Kick they door in

Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She’s was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said

a hit man, I demand he shoots it
If he ain't direct, sure as hell he produce it
Turning dreams into scenes, so it's way more than music
Bring it back

next month
You asked what I was working on, I said I'm writing an album of love songs
I laughed and said love songs are dumb
And I said yeah, wait

flicks in it
But I'm not a pornstar, I hit the OnStar
I'm tryna find me some wet
Pussy and a long jaw
Fantastic, I'ma damn bastard
21 guns like I'ma damn

I be blockin thots, they hit my line all night
T don't got no opps, he fade em all on sight
I be takin chops, I dirty up my sprite
Fuck you I'm yo

the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think