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grew and it worsened somewhere inside
Get good complements and I put them aside
You wanna go and call me crazy? Go ahead get in line
Now to cope with

Ayy, let me get some shit out my mind
I need my niggas back home, free them members who doin' time
Remember them days back in Lil Harlem back then

To every hater present, after and prior
Grown men, good old grown men
Jealous envious low down show men
I'll leave your soul silenced without a sound
I'll

I remember all the good times
Us waiting for ages in that lunch line
Then trotting like Ruth on the field  in that grad line
Decked out in red caps

on tracks like sample packs we'll show em
Send you that but give me dap and maybe you can smoke one
I've been around for a while man and like your old son
I

in a nigga game
Hope it ring a bell
Ain't been home in a couple days, been on the road
Married to the game baby, that's how a player roll
Got a fresh

Old man says I sound angry
They find me in the attic face deep
Why shouldn't I be
You don't know me
Why don't you tune into some drug rap
Before you

I just bought this beat called 333
I once thought I'd be dead in these sheets
One day I just stopped thinking completely
About being caught by police

take it off
Everyday I wake up early get my day right
Light a lil bit of sage for the good vibes
Make a nice lil smoothie eat some egg whites
Gotta check

livin' in the Lone Star State
And the more days go by, the less I'm sure that city life's for me
Out West, there's clear blue sky far as any eye could see

I was dancing with some kids
In this house where I lived a couple lifetimes 
Maybe more
We had the music up loud by that old leather couch
Where I

witchcraft how I'm fly as a witch's broom
As I'm making room to improve
Don't ever call me a coon without the C-O in front of it
A fool is easy to spot by how

I catch a case
keep something for rainy days
I never touch the safe
Jet skiing in vegas
She ain't know they had a lake
The trunk in the front
Damn

course
Wild horses throw me off by force

The same old story
Lurching after glory
And I fall short

Why do I do this?
Bow down and people please?

Communicating with all my real homies to avoid the fake, thank god America freed the slaves
Now I'm streaming over all major airwaves
These are the days

I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!

And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a

the man of the hour (I'm the man of the hour) 

I'm the man of the hour, get paid by it too
You rolling with the winners ain't no way we can lose
I'm

on
To the naked eye I'm sanctified
So fuck your favorite song
Everyday I'm shining rays of light
You haters can't control me
Faith in God through space and time
I

So met up with the shorty on a Thursday yeah
Bad start, dinner, I made her pay yeah
I mean good start for me, with the chatter
I'mma leave her brain

the surface for answers. I can't relax. Everyone's god is alive. Everyone's god is inside. Let me write one and take you for a ride. The old me has died

fools day
Might've got lost tryna find my way, god damn, lord knows I got paid
Every day every way, whether crooked or straight, and when I wake up she

day, he came by the shack boozed up as hell and grabbed my Sis by head, and pulled her down like she ain't nothing and I lost control

Ooh eey
Oh my

like Houdini
Been tried to tell bitches bitches can't beat me
Any time it's KK. and Dizz it give MTV
I abide by the bag thats why they envy me
Face so

artists been born to not be arise
There’s no future for expression with our sounds and mouths
Music taken down by musicians, this about
My potential