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album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became

"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We

Windy City peak of a storm
February in a Black History form
Since Nineteen Seventy Three giving you more
Made a big impact from way back
Southside chick

Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that

VERSE 1(GM)
Jet lag but i still gotta work .
Took a few ls but it' could have been worse 
Back to the city that birthed me 
I got a vision so why

up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year

supposed be
So, if I keep quiet, that means I hate this city,
So, I’ll just keep talking about it, until we live in peace
Something that is impossible,

I deserve the throne
I done upgraded my accomplishments
Rappers look at my last three albums
And wanna body it
But really should embody it
Never meant

just wonder when it's my turn
I just wonder when it's my turn
Recording all day I'm just tryna make a way I just wonder when it's my turn
Support my city

came
14 days went by
Our lives ain't the same
I think about you and smile alone on a day to day basis
I think I might have hit a home run, all the bases

they Minaj with me 
Tryna to get inside my head but this is not a lobotomy
Oh my God he just dropped an album like what the fuck you mean
Where were you

on the seat in front of me
We watched the city being charred, and passed incinerated cars
Power lines alit like C-beams that glitter in the dark
And from above

Bruce
Wo bamn Imma beat it like Im Bruce
Wo bamn Imma beat it like Im Bruce

Now watch me pour it up every single city we go they know
We turn it up

this what I do
In my city man I paid my dues
Niggas know I been doing this shit since middle school
That last bar could give you two different views
You

back
It's a fitty fact fact, got the game by the feet like a piggy back, petty but he witty with the raps
Anybody wanna get a pass, they gon' have

we selling albums, music paying our bills 
City after city we be making a kill
Never signed a deal this that independent milli
Imma young boss man

and a hard sell for me
Trying to hustle online with the heartfelt-est tweet
Most people don't go to gigs... even if it's free
And rap is so rarely right live

Greg, I live in Kew
Where birds fly and the sky is blue
My roommate Kegel, overseas he flew
To talk to some labels about this album you’re listening

Yeah!

I threw the letters sent by a
Bitch that I fucked in the past
Now I got cash and shorty wanna fuck on me, Fucking with 10s so I cut out

Woah from Malawi we live by the core
We got nothing but we do the most
You can relate what I'm saying
What do you know about the struggling game
You

the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem

doubt about it
All these kids that I influence, they can't live without it
And now my life is getting really crowded
How did come up from free-styling

on the road
Eyes witness the different sides of the tracks
My city is not divided by different colours and tats
It’s segregated by a money sign
I understand

between you and him is
That he lives forever
You'll be the first to die
Who nobody ever remembers
Cause the city never needed you ever
You committed career

york city
where stockbrokers mill around like thieves
telling lies to everybody they meet
lies no one should have to believe
she drives by in an old