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an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

call him eight,
How many hits until they bust trey d head,
I don’t know shit,
Probably eight, 
Closed casket

Wait till I get the lo,
I’m tryin kick

It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type

the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind

"yeah get to the point"

Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms"

an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and

Didn't write a fuckin'

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

Rucka Rucka please go drown and shut up
Every Google image looking like
You taking dick up
I've sold more than all your albums
All with just an EP

(Bobby Soxer)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four
Fight
Stick to the B-E-A T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y T
Catching all the lights

Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me

Yeah, this album is dedicated

wasn't built in one day

Fuck Rome ahk

Niggas stay riding European D

White supremacy's the enemy, yeah Omali told u

Homi’s everyday from the Chi

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

and they’d applaud
Without hearing a single word, word
Hop in the whip and swerve, swerve
They wanna hear I’m broke
But I made 20k off of the shirt, shirt
That

traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too

motherfucker, she knew the risks
She ain't dumb
Homie, she knew i'd snitch
And you a pussy motherfucker if shes still who you with
From the eight three one

cremo els albums i pum
this is my room

si et dic que no entris, doncs surt
imposes only your true
al voltant tinc murs x2
i no em coneixen, sóc Santa

But we used to sprinkle yayo on the Backwoods
On the backroads, we'd do the beach cruise
Windows? Crack those
Smoke wasn't see through
Up in Killa Beez

The Storm was coming quickly and I know that they wish hell
I'd Rather just be sitting here in peace know I did well
Hard for me to tell u that I'm done when

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

there for you
For us, for us

I sang about the quest on the first take
Projected where I'd find love in a new way
Landed on the motherland in February

through it all
Ive been through it all
And I'd do it again long as Im with you
(with you)
Hop in my Bentley Bentayga, im swerving
Taking my mind off

be anything then it's that nigga
Album ain't complete until I play the shit for that nigga
And by the smile on his face now it's a wrap nigga
Stop

together
And I'm just try'na know if you notice whether
This is album for you or my closin' letters, but look
I am so attached to you, in fact
If I were