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bother ring it up
While we floating by hear me song and sing it up
Some weed man want only Rizla
Some weed man want just the blem
But every weed man want

on
It's the underground but it ain't the same song
Rock a microphone, just me alone
Sickest unrepeatable flow that you've ever known
I can tickle your brain

all rented by evil
I really wish I could forget those people
I try to lose myself in others
But nobody bothers to lose their sanity
My whole fucking

always give me more than I'd ask
But I'd throw it back in you face
Then apologise and say it's all in the past
Try'na give you my life
And at the sae time

the moon is hit
By this dude he spit truth and the tune is sick
The booth is kept lit like a dynamite stick
Your bitch play my song like that's kinda my shit

a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm

Music sets me free, music ain't a hobby
Anything else can can go
Music represents me
Songs tell my story, no it's not a theory
Healing with my music

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Nas Leber)
(Malcolm Flex)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
646 to 305 we lit
In the studio way too zooted off the shits
You tried to take

2 Bitches with no clone 
I was popping before the rap now these bitches know my song 
Cause I got it like that, So yeah bitch i'm known 
Tell yo nigga

for being there, Kidd
I love you, bro
Sorry for the long VN
But ke ea u rata monna, ene ha ke na taba
Yeah, I love you, boy
Aight
(Yeah)
They're going

the pot like Joe Budden
Creating songs for the underground like it's nothing
Some nigga said he's better than me, you know he's bluffing
When I'm

the real me
And if I saw you again i would probably start feelin numb
Still can’t believe how distant weve become
I wrote songs, saw ya gram you wrote subs

the devil replaced what they had in Christ

And they took flight
Gone wrong, same song, never ending on the path I'm on
I done got beat by the devil, but

be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be

dawgs
Kill wolves then we eatin like some hogs, Lord forgive me God

See saw on his talk that's cause he soft
Shorty said poke poke yeah he soft, mmm
Na

wrap up this track can I deliver it here
I love this culture but I feel like it hates me
Could never be a Nas, could never be a Jay-Z
I love this culture

this song
Cause I’m the fuckin' composer
And I know this shit is scary
Cuz it feels like a nightmare
But there's nothing i can do about it
When it comes

far
I'm a star like Ringo
Music is my art
I can't lose here like Van Gogh

Miniature literature taught by sinister ministers
And I witnessed the visit

And ain't working on this music by my own self taught
And now I'm thinking is that why I'm doing this at all?
Why am I try'na please like everyone that I

My momma told me to dream big yeah kid
And from that day that's exactly what I did
Probably was about nine, around 89
Playing her O'Jays tape, song

Bitch I'm a certified fire starter
Ok ok lets go
I get moved by a bag, not bagging a hoe
When you claim laminar, but you got no flow
I got tags on my

of the kush

I got a hand full of songs i can drop
Anytime like a bomb call me Osama
I'm doin verses for couple of hunnids
I'm doin you favours no dramas
I

some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly

And ATEY you and I we gone give them hot hot
They'll never see us coming
And our songs keep on hitting
You can't tell me how to ball when you know that you