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Audi A3 days
I used to have the crop gaff full of green like I was T-Wayne
So my JDZ spitfire's always getting replayed
I've come a long way from my

to leave and get my fuckin' feelings back
Same spot they shot brother, next day I'm chillin' at (Essex)
I ain't lyin' they was winnin' 'til we started

on to the next before a week goes by 
I give credit only where I see that credit is due 
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave

& respect the lines 
Darker days overcame by a ray of shine 
Pressed up my records & pushed the grind 
I gave it my all & I gave it time 
Forreal this a love

of Bimmers (Brr)
Niggas got rich off the
Blender and the eggbeater (Whip up)
I don't bang, but my brother bang red
He a demon
Got the bandana around the handle

to decide us
And watch it wane cuz Gods strength it got us
We staying safe, when we follow the guidance
Pardon my ways, I re-gain the knowledge
That every day

Eye on the prize and I'm running toward it
My brother said he'd take the shot for me
To this day man I love him for it
If the record flops, and I'm

graceful that I'm able and I'm blessed cause I'm stable
Food always on the tables some days there was no cable
Momma still put on strong cause she had

You know we be up in da cut
I fuck that bitch while I be standin up
Lil bitch you know dat I’m fly like a dove
My brother my dawg and your bitch is

sisters and my brothers
No capping
Grew up in North Philly
So had to learn the hard way
All the sacrifices my family made
Thru the hard days
No food, no

could go all day talking all that shit
But as long you don't spit my name
Them we're all good and equipped
I told myself today is gonna be a good day
But

patient

'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient

You think they're working your album? You're mistaken

And if you flop, you get

Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice
Father's outside shootin' them dice
Brother's in jail, raisin' hell
Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

Flying through the sky tonight
I love when I see the stars shine
Look into my eyes
Catch me by surprise
No
Woah
I never see you like that
Yeah yeah

videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Guess some prayers are answered quick
With God, nothing can interfere
2018, we about to kill it, this is our year
But by 2020, Imma have an album, done

opponents 
Yea you can drop a few albums in a couple of months 
While nothing about them scream at you or jump 
Lacking longevity, cleverly copying recipes

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

life is hard
Never know when death gone hit you
So I always pray to the lord
Shaking shit like I'm on the richter
Been a real nigga from the start
Album

the movement
Niggas know we in the kitchen
You can smell it brewing
Got the power like I'm 50
LME the unit
Now let's get into it!
I feel like my brother James
We

ain't an album cut I'm still getting my demo reel off
Ma I promise our break through on the horizon
Know your son has got a lot more left inside em

wanna hound
(I mean)
That's what I mean by Detroit's Finest, like
I ain't just talkin' 'bout me, I represent home
I was there the first eighteen years