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trying to breathe
I speak with fiery speech
I am besieged by liars
Trying to be what I am
But I am unique
Maybe it's finally time that I leave
And find

And that’s me lonely all in a room
With no one around to talk to, no
I wish on the album I had more to say
Nobody cares bout words anymore today
Oh shit it’s

I've been working on this album for years, taken so much of my blood, sweat, and tears
Look at my future, homie, isn't it clear
I get way too positive

I'm burning the page
Moment I pick up the pen and I write it
My flow is ignited
You fanning the fire
By listening
Yeah

People dismissing him
I do

a ladder that could reach to my position
Yea I love a nigga that can fuck in mad positions
They be drawing up petitions
Bitches talk but never listen
I'm too

come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion

to lie
No time for rest I'll sleep when I die
You look in my eyes, it's evil inside
It's my turn for a piece of the pie
I can't follow you cause I lead by

straight
Said I wasn't on my grind, must have been a deep fake
One day I'ma have it all for mastering this wordplay
Tryna play my album, but ain't no smoking

Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven

(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one

This shit was really 20 years up in the making
God made me stronger
By testing my patience
Cuz I really thought that I should've been signed
When I

it back to when I was in the front row
Didn't wanna rap, steady sayin' I was too slow
Now I'm makin' stacks and the same people don't know
Victory lap,

yeah, yeah, yeah
She tryna love me I'm toxic
The way that I spit it's like vomit
My albums come with precautions
Asian girl all on my chopsticks
She tryna

ain't the real you fuck yo image
Shit if it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's mine I can tell by the strength
I can tell this chick lying through her nose

want's to
I only want him to live if he wants to)
This is the last track that I wrote for this album because I keep prolonging the inevitable
This is

heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand

that you love me
They told me love was beautiful
So why I feel so ugly when I introspect
Memories I recollect are tainted
By the jaded frame of mind I

ain't seen you in a minute
I would have shown you my album before
But now you can't get a preview 'til it's finished
I love seeing you in the flesh

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib

valiums,
Drinkin’ milk to get some calcium,
Wrote another  couple other albums,
Smokin’ weed till I leave up on a falcon. 

Everybody think about it. “What?

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

do what I can and still do what I can't
You've been doing comedy you know that I can't stand
And if that flew by your head then let me give you a hand

And studio time make an album called grind
And then sit back and stack up a milli and shine
Make some out on the road and the hits come in fast
But always be

a dart (huh)
Bulleye fiend movin' weight
With a song
(Leg)
Name say it all
Give it some (yeah)
Cursed by the worse
Speakin' wrong with the tongue (huh)