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now for it to be okay to be the greatest you
Alright
Yeah
I ain't rap like this in a long time man
Uh, uh, uh, let me take y'all back, yeah

Lemme' take

diaper run
You a gangster and a stepper, you just licensed just to carry guns
Prayin'they don't, find the fingerprint link back to Tisan son

Granny died,

Never imagined you not being here
Every album man I shed a tear
As a young'n used to have me in that trap house
If mama knew back then she'd probably

never get stopped by a toll to get on this level Sorry can't give you a code Like a only son, gotta Do this shit on your own

Real niggas extinct, it's

the size of monkey fingers 
And you know that I’m the coldest heard your album shit was bogus 
Nighas say a lot shit the real ones flex by showing 
Got some

album is my prayer to You
And if not one person in this world likes it
God
I just pray that You look down and You smile
And You say, "yeah my son, well

Collude/Intrude

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

contenders with pure chewing satisfaction 

Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction 

Sonic boom head zoom contact off

by
But when I look back
Son, it's hard to explain
Not a thing I'd do different
But I'd do it again
What a life

What a
What a life

Told my mom
I won’t

I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's

I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's

would shine, didn't roll the blinds
Was already long gone by the time they preed the vision and they saw the signs
Knew when I started, I had to do it for

SunN.Y. it's over
Career is over, career is over
Yo yo, career is over, career is over

Damn right it's over, once I apply pressure
You ain't the Son of New

Larson my dear 
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual 
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals 
Livin by the medical like i don't

year's run
They say it's serial how I'm killing these niggas for fun
I'm not a prodigal son
I'm coming solo like an army of one
And I'm at war with the bum

cheesy lines get by like they names Chester
They bars should've been shut down like food inspectors
Y'all rather hear wack rhymes over hard beats
I rather

Returning to dust
Saved by the blood
That is a must
I ain't the one
No Billy Jean
All for the son
That's my king
This that James 2
All praise to Jesus
Boy

girl I might make her my wife
Son on the way assignments is due
Oh yea I'm right back in college it true
Gotta a new place had to go elevate
Life is like

Woo
Yes
This the last time I write it and I take it back
No, this the last time, you fool me, why you play like that
You tried to slap me in my face,

clouds of heaven
Through fightin' depression, the son risen
Waitin' for the correction like bad prisons
In the need of a second
I'm runnin' low

is tribal
Sam folks these sambos dying on plots that’s not ours
Wish we can cop a time machine and go back thousands of hours
And on the way I stop by

bout me mediocre
God is my witness He keeps things in order like law
Back to back shows in the fall
Wake up and start getting the guap that's the vision

strength
We got the power 

Yeah we can stand it
Son-i d'ril g
Just to bring you all the bag
Give dem song back to back
Das my forum
Shine up the star

Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign
Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son
And shall call his name Immanuel
Isaiah Seven 14

Yo you know my son WLFKT in the building
My son, Yung Heat came with the heater, nah mean?
Niggas like to act like we ain't hungry like the wolf