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general, a general, never been a slacker
Back in the day I was dreadlock rasta
Too much sauce, with a little bit of pasta
Harness my power, even when it's

to be|Especially when the only one in the van is me|And I sat down on the curb and watched a squirrel get hit by a car|And I wondered where you are, whoever you

Man I'm better
By myself
I don't need nobody else
Work hard
Til the albums
Hit the shelf
Gordon Ramsay
With the wrist
Sauce God
Now they're
Calling me

be lovin my dick ooh
We gettin lit

Swear i'm too quick
Stealin yo bitch
Admit this that sellout song ain't give a shit
Ignore all the haters know that

What's love, this is love right here
Been working my ass off
Droppin' three albums this year
I'm a perfectionist, I ain't dropping shit till it's

and ties
When in riding by
I'm still a humble guy
I came from council houses 
Riding bikes 
Dreams a Maserati 
My dreams too big 
Complex like rubrics 
I

scripture was in the plan
Somehow I thought I'd kill it without it
I'll explain it on the second album
Nineteen hits feels like my greatest outcome
Say

anticipation of having niggas waiting
For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio
But in this day

friends
Every second of my collection's like my life in reflection
Pressin' record to start the session, Bucktown by Smif-N-Wessun

I know to you, it might

I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch

gotta say dady by day you
took my heart away
Come back it's the 4th album H.O.T feel the vibe as the rythm just tell ya

ee jehn moh deun goh ee goh

jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these

go to bed early
My bedroom was right by it
Singing "Gloria in excelsis Deo"
Sure enough angels came to comfort us
And we rode on wings through all

me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

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

a crazy trigger finger on me
That bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release
Party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me
But

frankly
Cause our community spirit's forever fancy
So I'll never miss my call-in
I went from chilling by the phone box to
Phone cases in the phone shops

John Wick
Album on the way
Had to take my time
Cook it right
Cav the flick of the wrist
Don't stare too long
Might take your eye sight
You go blind

I've been tending
Too full proof plan I am sending
Don't touch me
Don't tell me what I need
I don't compete
Claim my spot to take my seat
No matter what

If I drop an album and no hears does it still make a sound
Is it like a tree in the forest when it falls and no one's around
If I play a show and no

I've been smoking too much recently
On a buzz from the trees
Walk a city and a sea
To empty houses full of weeds
Crash the night like a chandelier

Too many times I went live on the standstill
On fire like an ant hill you'll get to spin the wheel
Everybody got a chance big day album sales
Stuff

As a result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region might be
Endangered by a lethal aliens yeah

Dead or alive‚ I'll be one of the best
No sleep

or
That money isn't long

"Damn, it's like that?"

Unfortunately it is
Cause no cheddar equals out to
No food for my kid

"Hold up, you got a kid too? How