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the name of the game
You do not get it so you gonna pay
Veinte y dos every day is my day
Cooking up sets that I can't wait to play, yeah
You're wonderful,

They'll black ball you if you aint round the real business man 
They'll lie in your face tell you anything 
I heard you niggas going up but you niggas going

that 
Different now 
By the way I move 
Money power 
I will not lose 
Times change 
When it's time to grow 
Sending shots 
I'll chanllege those 
Much

good in that?
It's said an album is rated based upon its worst song
Y'all had me scratching my head
They're equally base
Put a macron upon your O
It goes

a pretty boy winter, Swamp stallion
Trot through, I need about 10 thousand
Swamp, calm the fuck down, boy you wildin
I made this album drinkin by the gallon

to be upset by it's)
Longer blacker bigger
(I'll explain so you get why it's)
Longer blacker bigger 
(I don't have no razor, no cutter)
Longer blacker

mind back to the sky
Maybe the sight from a birds eye
Could help me fly, I'm so high
I had freestyle
Felt like the album seeked style
It wasn't a cheap

gone just make sure it's good apparel on me
And play this album on a loop at my ceremony
Damn you and your boy fake, that's a pair of phonies
I might

my notebook
Reason why the shows lit
Reason why I'm always on album mode
I gotta get the flows in
Unloading all my burdens
Forever on my toes like

Attacks are humping my pc in the leg
While the ac as the dc
When i pee, see, I'm an accurate as that
Wow
The toilet rim is never yellow (why should it?)
Not

I had to drop 12 mixtapes, a bunch of singles and a couple EPs before I made my debut album
I would say that I was afraid of the outcome
But I always

(You know, when they do major surgery
They cool the body down 'till it's almost dead
Why
I'm not sure, darling
I believe it forces the circulation

lies beneath the stories is
The truth inside your past
But I'm no longer drinkin' (drinkin')
Y'all been how we livin' (livin')
Live flow, be on Pluto

it for your own, nobody's gon do it for you
Knew this one when I went through hard times 
Told my mom that this time I'm gonna blow up
Didn't sit for

to the trap aye
Nope
Wrong album
Not me
Never stush
Like to party
But I'm tryna make y'all eat
Triple layers when I spit it
I'm feeding y'all something

my lobby
Making money is my hobby
We don't ever gotta worry
Snapchat, big cheese
Yeah I'm posing with my posse
Ride my whip I'm in a Harley
Why you

of interviews, performances, and documentarys/

Visioning me/

Surpassing Beastie boys and Diddy/
Mosh to bikini kill and flow to Biggie/
Days passing by while I

Why they talk to me, leave em' mute
Kick that bitch out, yeah you know she got the fuckin' boot
Feelin' like a boss, Rick Ross, fuck the cost
Feelin'

Right from the jump, y'all know this ain't normal
Won't suit me, I keep it informal
Hate me, better keep it internal

Don't go there, let's keep it

ain't right
Just focus on the bigger picture, if I'm livin' alright
I turned off Instagram, it's gettin' me tight
Why the fuck I go online, I know they

new with a lime twist
Stay gettin' faded, some say my mind's sick
Maybe that's why I do it
Crazy how I fly through it
The turbulence, turn me merciless

Could've dropped an album but I told them you can keep it
I don't want my real life exposed I keep it secret
Bitch you just a groupie do not tell me

to spell it out.  We want to sign you. We love your first two albums, and we want to help you make the third one the best one yet. Just tell me what you…

Greg, I live in Kew
Where birds fly and the sky is blue
My roommate Kegel, overseas he flew
To talk to some labels about this album you’re listening