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to the bag
Going first I ain't never coming in last 
Last year I was playing victim
I ain't playing with em this year (No way) 
I feel electric new life in me

sleet and snow
That’s a clever way of sayin
That you could never see me bro
I’m abominable the type of beast
You never seen before
Just be hospital

nobody gonna pray for me
(Blessings)
Welcome to the album
This is 28 Laps
This is me trying to figure shit out
Hope you enjoy it

a bad way. It's sad to say, but I'm really bothered by it
Still to this day. I feel guilt and feel pain
I feel I could've prevented it in a million ways

learned how?
And show the best version of self surrounded by these bloodhounds
How can you give your kids somethin' that you've never had?
The pressure from

man
Make it so much, you should call me money man

And why everybody wanna profit off me
What the f**k y'all thought the recipe was free
Them days is

and its beautiful

Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make

Richard Pryor
Evil thought lurks like Michael Myers 
Feels like I’m dying, but I can’t expire. 
So no more playing with my mind devil you’s a liar
To reach

dramatic
Totally combative bull shit
That mindset is a nuisance
So you better make way for the new kid
A ruthless and abusive dude with huge fists
Who spits

Approached by some ladies they lookin what
You get nothing not even a cut

Dancing like Michael it’s all just a cycle
I wake up and grind, nothing else on my

Ol Skool

Jeremih

Girl Disrupted

2017

Throw it back to the nineties
Don't make it out the driveway
Baby, turn me on, you got the right of way
Don't need no GPS, baby, let me get it, I'mma

I find it hilarious
People never come to me when I'm precarious
Then they're asking me why I have turned nefarious
Yeah things I can do make me

guess I'm signed to me
I got no cash you should never trust a budget
So there's Nike on my arm plus I got 2 in every color
Cus we patient with production

All I have to say is
Baby run away
Run away
Baby run away
Run away
Baby Run away
Run away
Make me
Feel like I’m lost in some world
Stop holding those

of you
When i'm by my self but i'm drinking for two
When these hollywood girls ain't as witty as you
I'm like
Funny maybe money'd make me something to you

from my trap house
Laughin to the bank you haters still don't make a damn sound
Yo bitch want the dick I'm Scrafty, pull up with my pants down
Yo bitch

do)
Into devotion to ourselves and one another
It's been five years
Many versions of me died
I lay flowers on their grave
While you stand proudly by my

Swing on a beat and I'm coming like spydey

This feelings got me fiending for reasons 

That seem unlikely

 Been the hero that saved dot IE 

You

on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is

(Drive by-bye!)
You can call me Papa or Baba
But you sure as hell are not made of this


Ey pussy boy, you ain't shit without your daddy
(Daddy)
Tell me

your album, all sound like filler to me
That's why I'm asking how they iller than me?
It's getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real

Know they told me Won don’t drop an album drop them back to back
Half of these ain’t even all that good its just the last two tracks
Can’t you make

in if You don't love me please don't fake it
And when I make it don't be begging For attention
Coz the situation's changed, so don't Be saying that

Feels like we're all alone but we're not so feel down
I've had enough of this shit
Album review came back
Say it's a flop outa ten
Votes giving me a six