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you ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas on your block aint spendin a red cent
Aint tryin to buy your album (nigga hell no!)
If you

me to bring the guns and the mask out
You don't want me to call the nigga from the last album
And have him waiting in your bushes for an 1/2 hour
You

school boy into the life of the party


If I could do it again you know I'd do it the same

I'd pass out on the beach drinkin Golden Grain

I'd wake up

albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay

Gods Pentagram
It's nothin' but love to N@Y, MacDeezy, Ethan Andrew, and of course my boy Cody
Yeah
Let me give 'em one more, I got shit to say
You

thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin', I retired this
Worldwide Worthy got them singing like they from the set
Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I

yeah
Said fuck what you mean or what you heard, we do the most
We speaker knocking goats
Got pressure brewing, popping out the notes
Like boy, I need

Yeah man
You already know what's going down
Yung Sky hit me up, said he needed a feature
You better turn up for your boys for the one time
T1
They

/22/24
Officially divorced
2/24 I'll drop album i ain't drop before

The one I tried to drop
2/22/22
2 years and 2 days later here it is still on the move

1 kings 18

tryna be a Knick, now I just chop and I'm servin' em as a fix
You know the best dope will have em' pull a couple tricks
Cheaper by the dozen, probably

Came from the mud
Now I stay by the beach
Think I'm the one
Then give head like a leech
All on my body
They love the physique
No time for joking
Put

otherwise they'll make it out of a meme
But we can clap them out of our way by rapping about them
I had to scrap the song "c Lil Crazy" off this album
Because

money to shove in your face
Boy get in your place
And rid with the haste
I'm eating your food
That's flavor I taste
Doin' the math
That's two plus three

a stangle bitch!

Hunchback of Notre D on the B
Flying fucking girls to my sister's wedding at the beach
Now we in first-class seats
Couldn't hold me

I was just getting started as a youngster teen
I didn't have many friends always hiding behind the fence
In my defense, I was just tryna do my best

Yeah woah, Cudi
Yeah
It's summer time, Cudi vibes, when my minds right, go for the goal line
Juke by the nay sayers and the two times
Leave 'em in

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

In my neighborhood, there are two options
You can be a lawyer or a doctor, learn in middle school
Adore your mom and coppers, not the criminals
But I

paid man
I've got two sons man 
I need to feed my sons man
I'm going to stand on the streets 
And sell this album man 
Like DJ Sbu man

Like how Dj Sbu

Two strangers
1969, that's when I arrived
Little farm in the country, I'm the youngest of five
Mom and dad was always fighting, they couldn't see eye

On route pursuing my dream
Lose some niggas Along the way
That's okay didn't need them anyway
Country boys we don't play
Pull up shooting like two Kay
We go

spend that shit
Invest it in some real estate
Put the money offshore
Sneak it out the back door
Meet me at the drugstore
Two albums dropped
Guess that was