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into a little something
Don't watch nothing
It's a whole new year nigga, every day counts (Fresh)
The haters want to slow the pace and make a nigga have

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking

tired
By the time you was thirteen
I had hurt dreams
I use to skip over my pain
Like at least my momma
Not a fiend
But I lost my dad when I was five

to sleep, No job, a'int getting paid
Who knew that me, that I could beat All of my darkest days
Alone with my thoughts, I heard a million different voices

Oooh, you a smut
You out here cuffing, I'm tryna beat up some guts
I say oooh, bitch, get nasty
She throw her weave on now she tryna be fancy, like

wasn't enough
You really wanna know who's different, said it's them but it's us
My words and flows are way too good, you can not double my Dutch
I don't

give nan nigga chance to stab me in my back

I done been fucked over by some kin

It won’t happen again

All I’m headed forward to is wins nigga, til my

trapped in a cell, run on sentences
Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep
I might erase every beat until
It sends me to sleep
Send for the heat without

man I can't get boned
Lie to my face by smiling at my face
Slap that shit right off, uh
Now I'm being arrested for being the best at
Calling a pussy

Or on the quiet tip

Where nobody knows

Watch me

ride that beat

On the highs and lows

Then bounce that back

While I give em a show

I’m on some

different shit

I'll always remember the moments that meant nothing at the time
Little did I know, they'd all lead me here
And now it's like I'm living a whole different

my zone an shit
I be wearing fancy new fashion, cuz I'm going quick
Big hearth I ain't throwing it
Scarred just by showing it
Deep down I'm scared, but

switched it right
Letting go of all these other rapper's strings and ties
And in doing so I created a different type
Now you gotta step back when I grip

got the SS Chevy, cuzzo in the Hemi, and we pushing swerving down the ave
Niggas acting like they made me, talking to me crazy, little nigga, I'll beat

you somethin
When Mo rap he go trap
So its the same rhyme on a different map
I want my soul back
You try to go for that?
I was at my low
You grabbed

wiggly, wigglytuff
Don't know what the little one's name is, don't know why, I should probably study that

Study that
They should make a book out of that,

just stepped the fuck up and i took off out the door
Wasn't waiting for a miracle like waiting for my dad to show
Used to be the little boy but now

to the beat of a different drum

Help the children get in the dance

Sit this one out they don't stand a chance

This is a job for you and me

Together we'll

practically cursed and the beat is slapping bro it literally hurts
Hoes see me and they lower their skirts
Bitch niggas always sub tweeting kind of funny, I

different ever since
Got the wheel can't lose my grip
They wanna fight I'm thin as sticks
Somehow I still got more hits
Little pressure and you switch
That's

cleats
Got my foot inside the game no cheats
No vitamin C, I need beats
I need to keep eating, Beam don't need beef
The V is us three plus 3 that need

these niggas a pass
I can tell by how he move that nigga straight cap
Different lifestyle that I'm livin', I cannot change that
He got a gun, he gonna aim

the dividends
Should've been getting it
But isn't it different now
I got a ticket
I ain't bitter
Bigger than it sounds
Better than I remember
I'm winning it now

Yo Yugs, I remember beats that you used to send me
Stuff that you made on that little MIDI keyboard 
Back on your college dormroom
And even at that