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song long
I told them I can't even do it
I'm to in tune with my music to wonder bout what niggas doing
Not even ones I influence
Influenced by artist

come in Gold?"
Told the other inmates we used to chill, they said "This dudes a fuckin clown bruh"
In western Pennsylvania
June to October, two weeks

Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)

Soul on ice death threats given by

draw y'all like playing cards
You don't want to be in that top pick
Y'all die when I say so
Read the album name we demonic
I write my life in that death

you before Eve
Ruff riding through the streets in sync with swiss beatz
Two albums in a year making that swiss cheese
I hope you owed your masters you

chandelier
I been stressin' bout my pops
He getting worse by the year
Just think about that shit, got me drowning in my tears
I keep telling my moms that we

a life
Who gives a fuck about a dress when there's death in Palestine?
No pretty gold or blue, it's just black and it's white
And it proves dependent

spinach I'm Popeye
New damn whip and you knowing who its bought by
Real talk fell in love with the city lights
City life
Wake up in the morning with

covering the sky
Little by little bigger than the moon
Beautiful green comets passing by
On this summer night of June
The scythes are raising
Raising from

this is June of 2018 and ah
I've just been thinking and by time anyone hears this a year would've gone by since we parted ways in July
Summer is loss,

the name of, and thought process for, the album. The photographs for the cover were taken in 2020 and reflect this through their depiction of winter

on 
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on 

Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga 
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga 
Raised

I'm still caught in the wheel

Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'

on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked

must want another album
Ok what's his Sampsons hair
Where's he getting all this Powers
Cuz he sat in that room by Himself and wrote for hours
Days

a pianoless Ray 
Never know what to say
I'm always stuck in disMay
Maybe June'll come soon and we'll get stuck in the rain

I'm so damn nervous, my body got

I’m down bad feeling like a joke
Locked on a sniper’s clock 
Headshot  death’s at door 
Falling shadow hanging by the rope
Could’ve died by suicidal

Beat

Bad Astronaut

Twelve Small Steps, One Giant Disappointment

Save your best moves. It gets weird
Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors
Carrying creed cards we all race for death
Hope to be saved by our next

An album by Ben Varney
June 11th

thought they could mock
Called the bitches, now I'm hearing em knock
They always gon flock
Young nigga shine imma bloom
Record an album,just by noon
Just

em out
Internet, they blog & pout
A big fact that's word of mouth
I'm locked in, I'm never out
Album three make the business boom
No comp, tell em get

navigate really I just be cruising
Shout out to 317 low key they got me booming
We walk by faith and not sight
Discerning your direction from with in
So tell

My President

Nas

Platinum Beats 2009

2009

whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this

ass

The sendin letters in the mail saying i need to pay my debt
By june 11th was the deadline but my boy guess what
It is june 16th as the day