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nine, all of my friends by my side
Nothing to hide, nothing to lose, I'm on the loose
Bet you my bottom and top dollar second you get here you'd love it

nights)
Worthless flights (worthless flights)
All I wanted was your love
I know that I deserved it
Did everything to earn it
I played a part
But from

a drop)
In the bucket

So let's fill it up with stars and love
Let's fill it up to the top
Let's fill it up with all we're made of
cause it's a drop (it's

on a body and follow through with a dosh
Bragga by definition
I kill all the competition
I dead all the negative shit with nothing but optimism
Now at the top

Somethings that you will never change for nothing
I see you drowning in the substance
Forget about the things you love, dance
Wasting so much of your

Citizens of the world, please stand by your boy.
For too long, we've borne the weight of the yoke of sonic austerity, and with no due respect

problems trying to bag hoes
Now these bitches giving me IQ
Man, I am not fazed by a rapper who thinks that he's better than me
I cannot speak on a higher

to brag at all
Naw naw naw I don't have to brag at all

Member who next up, check up, no stubs
I count high for the fuck off, fuck love 
I would rather show

When I was a younger man, I was wild like a fire
They said I was just a kid born to lose, told to win
Rebel yell at the top of my lungs
Blinded by

got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing

hater, hater, hater, hater, hater,
laugh now, cry later nigga

Don't look at me
cause I ain't giving niggas nothing else
Show'em love and they leave me by

still win and you haters gon' hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey

(Listening) Dead Poets Society on the replay
My top drop, people say hi to me

Medicinal Verbiage 
A thug died doves fly I got Abraham blood ties that hate truth but they love lies I testified from mount cyanide do all

Hop back
You haters should watch me get on TV and out shine you
You think you at the top I am right behind you
Some claim there is no AB without them

fix it you can soothe it with some drank and a bandage
Visual beings I love to see you in that red
Very intimal beings I feel you breathing down my neck

Sippin' the wine, getting the bread, feel like a Christian
Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition

Get money, stack bread
Fuck with me

Cant complain, got my basic needs met 
Come a little closer let me lay a secret 

Gem on top your head, it may split your crown 
Dew drips down but won’t

ten tep
Jsem to já, P-Y-K-O, baby, skoč mi na led
Je to flow, je to top, je to old school rap (Ví)
Je to tak, dej si bacha nebo trefí tě šlak
My jsme

out then I'm pulling the trigga
Real top boys deliver cack four killer
Live and direct if they try and block shots
Then I pass to my gena let em eat

Every state they cop a picture
Lotta grace in my charisma, I was heaven sent
The accolades across my letterman indicative of blessings in
Touched by

TROUBLES 
Written by Leon Howse/Ger Madden/J.P. Proulx

I’ve got some troubles
Burnin’ in my head
Live like a boy, but I’m a man
Can’t change nobody

could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that’d go
For 10 dollars a pot

En la calle
On a collision course with incarceration
Consumed by the lies

it's way past that
So, I ain't beefing with no niggas, fucking bitches with the pack on top of that, ain't crashing
By no hoe, I'd rather see a wreck

a fool for this 
Yeah 
It's over

Black is beautiful, brown is born of the Earth
Found a love for the people that's down to stomp on the turf (what?)