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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,

hold her up to my chest
Haven't seen her in a while, yeah, I'm feeling so parched
We'd be dating nine months by the time it hits March
See these dudes

think you're lit but you're dark as night
They say this life goes by so fast
You better buckle and hit the gas
Thought you left me in your past
But I'm

better tell your dawg to shut up, ‘for we come and hit him
Me and my niggas dangerous, we might just come and drill him
If you ain’t about that life, then

job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But

My diversity's, working perfectly in my circuitry 
Cursed by adversity, disturbing things tend to lurk after me 
Did it occur to me, everything burns

that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we

I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your

lack talent
Still could make it far
Know a friend who got a classic album
Get no plays at all
I work for everything I ever had
I could never fold

written by Tarantino
I'm blowing up the music and the movie scene like I'm Childish Gambino
Carhartt jacket weighing heavy on my shoulders
Fuck the weight

So High

II Tru

A New Breed of Female [Clean]

1997

to get higher, come ride
I will fly you

[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky

pitch me the rock
I'll hit it out like the Mets
And I'm armed in armor
Ready to go to war like the veterans
I'm in my zone, my zone
I know that y'all

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

Couple mixtapes hella tracks and an album
Started with homies now rock by my lonely
Can't fuck with these niggas these rappers act corny
Yeah I ain't

My wrist gon be so froze that's it's goin numb
While I'm going dumb
Every album I want to be number one
Is that selfish, Might be
But I'm talking bout

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

like an advantage but mehn it gets hard
But i never quit the game i shuffle my cards
Tryna hit the bulls eye like a game of darts
Tryna manouver through

belongings forgotten

Where I've gotten is not by accident
Faltering faith but its never ment
Influence in this life got us all tryna vent
No matter my faith

impacting the passions we prouder
By actually acting like active attractions adapted
And seem to just scratch and scream louder
How you could be so fantastic

feelings when you know we was just F-ing
He hyperventilating so I told his ass to breathe
Wait, I know I got em sick just by the way that nigga sneeze
Not

I don't flaunt
The shit hit different when you come from the swamp
I told myself I'm my only comp
DMX whatchu bitches want
Don't be phony no reason

straight
Said I wasn't on my grind, must have been a deep fake
One day I'ma have it all for mastering this wordplay
Tryna play my album, but ain't no smoking

them all by surprise
Refused to be denied yea I'm still that guy
I still got love for the homies, graveyard or the penn
Man I ain't never gonna change

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

been working all year and I still ain't hit a lick
And they wonder why the ghetto always coming with a risk
Just a bunch of dropouts, that ain't tryna'