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a brick
'Bout to come quick
I ain't talking 'bout my dick
But my music shit
How I croon and spit
While sending messages
That always seem to hit
So sip on my

When i have doubts arising, energized by thoughts that i can’t fail, 
Remember analyzing, merchandising items on a shelf, 
While i was idolizing

I've been stuck in my head for about all day now
Looking in the mirror wonder where I go now
My style is basic, my flow is a stasis
I get bored

Only real gangster gone move up in silence, and I'm as silent as it get
Imma quiet person I ain't wit that talking all about action and business
The most

everybody head when
She come the addy
Play the music loud
Pon pon the party
Then later roll it low
Make I run this
See I've been fishing
And it's looking like

by the seams
My daughter came and took the place of the cream
Cash rule I gave the plays to my team
I gave the plays to my uh
And they been trying

believe me
I'm not the first or the last one
(Ay, whatchu talking about?)
Ayo, she tried to pull a fast one
She said she wants to be the only one
But

about and if you're
Talking what you're talking why you talking loud
To all my Gs who never snitched talked it out
Hold your head up high nigger you can

sheets or a pillow
Niggas screaming i'm barley breathing, I don't want trouble but im ready to cancel a hoe
Eyes down head down, fist balled on go got

at Ross you Dressing For Less
He know I be talking about him in songs he act like he not even pressed
You sent me your music that shit was some trash can't

take time (Yeah), learn yourself
I could never see myself to get a major
Like I wasn't smart enough to be accepted, but rejected
Still, music paved a way

used to be broke on my own tho
But I stood ten toes on my own though
Rich dialogue text with my bro though
Fuck niggas but we live by our own code
Big

a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used

the fuck dead
I was dropped on the head
By the doctors on set
Now my thoughts is indented
They thought I would be a menace
Cause every time that I spoke
I

go ahead and tell PETA
The hell breather take a look
Inside my head cheeker i have dreams of you
Breastfeeding a dead fetus
Raped by a heathenous

home to meet my family
And when the heads around the way saw me
They started dogging me
Talking all reckless trynna knock my success
Better to climb them

A brand new ap, give it off to my cousin
Its plenty to go around we eat no discussion
That bread ain't no secret get dough by the dozen
A fetish for money

of bands
Nah I'm playing
Music be more cultivating
I make moves by demonstrating
While you sit back start your hating
I'm a loser no debating
But this bar

And I promise you ain't getting by without me
And my sister called, but I don't wanna talk
So I just watch the phone while it ring
My mama like music, my

momma scones
Add a cup self raising
I bake myself
On occassion with a girl or two
Two heads, are better than one
Three's a crowd unless
We're talking

Sometimes I feel lonely
(Yeah)
Sometimes I feel lonely
(Yeah)
Sometimes I feel lonely
Sometimes I feel lonely
BURR
All by my lone
All on my own
I

that are real
But you'll never get a record deal
Your music will never appeal
Your albums will never sell
I'm what pushed you down when you fell
I'm what

talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every

from The Head Start
Ripped my shirt, but I was far from a Hulk Hogan
Thank God that we moved, my momma got me out that life
Just to bring me to a new