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got the flow
Results remarkable, I'm always evolving
And I'm drawing up a plan to top 'em
They hardly saw me as I snuck by
Some new Givenchy shades for

touring the country 'fore my first album
I show with Professor 'for my first vid
Funny how my mother's friends called me her worst kid
What's up

Shout out

being whipped by the Coochie
Or talk about guns when I know that I ain't ever fucking shooting
Bitch man fuck you, all you doing is causing fucking issues

A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get

I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old

fore' I ever take a loss
We ain't goin' in, If the party not lit
I just left the school, Eyes low cause I'm high as shit
Run my money up and buy expensive

Kollár

V piči jak ľudia čo hovoria soráč
Olá sme hot jak plynový šporák
Zas ďalší album a zas ďalší hit
Tam kde dáme feat to je heat jak Miami
Sold

When they ask me how I'm doing I'm fine
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind

got my album complete
In 24 we preparing for this
By 25, we'll be out on the streets
In 2030 I know we'll be lit
Shoutout to me cause I cook all my

Okay okay
Jeg er så afhængig man
Og jeg er lige en anden
Hahaaaa

C.10 shopper, danskvand popper 
Jeg blir rig, når album dropper 
Sælger stoffer,

make it right

Speak loudly and unzip…  a big stick
Gettin’ up on tippy toes, Biden can’t see… beyond… his own nose
79-year-old Joe, that’s what makes it

as Weezy's
As a humble king the truth is I'm inspired by Cassper and Meek Mill
But I'm damn cool like Ivyson I'm the realest I'm the Wizkid
I'm lyrically deep

become An author
Wait my book is an album you won't find anything hotter Woah

I regret allotta things in my life
I done sacrificed allotta things that I

spinnin’ ‘round
Still living inside my head
But not letting it get me down
Tried my hardest to protect her
But she still left
'Fore I realized it was me
Who

you reach for's fixed
Stumbling through each corri-dor
'Fore it dumps you
Or get crushed from debris falling
Ah fuck, I've been warned that
A downfall's

Yo it's therapy, most the rappers I know got problems
Why you think we frowning when we putting out these albums
You would think we selling units way

cock like a microphone soon as it hits the rimshot 
‘Fore I spit and twist your damn rib like a big croc
If this is a future I’d rather put my mask

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
7:02 p.m. I'm floating like Peter Pan
Making my pen through handstands
Album

aint pimpin', he be simpin', catchin' feelings for box word 
Y 'all don't wanna slap box with a demigod 
Put some powder on my hands 'fore I send him

albums in a year
Composed it and I wrote it
Learned my music by the ear
Now tell me if that's worth
Like $50,000 a year
Now tell me if that's worth
Like 10

hit that replay
Imma make it on one of these days
Only got my rhymes to be the keepsake
Where the album at? Got no release date
Staring at the top got

I could drop a whole album full of instrumentals
Bet you still feel, soul into it errytime
Devoting a piece of mind to a line
I had a real plant, had

anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,

dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
'Fore I came out I would of killed a nigga first
'Fore I let him