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This my prime era
My best ever
Bring chills to eardrums
Like I'm paranormal
Very scary ain't felt the surges
From this dim lit world
Pockets from

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've always had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people

It's not an FM signal. That would be cool if it was
We broadcast news and talk radio, five thousand watts with no buzz
(Our) signal it blankets

wit it /
Fighting fire with fire like there danger in it /

Pacing myself / 
To stent that /
Bracing myself /
For impact /

 Kids had they fun,
Nigga,

bitch made muthafuckka
Yeah saving the three best for last in this muthafuckin' joint
And what do we tell em?
Suck on my nutz
It's the a to the z,

you
You're missing out on everything I showed you
I'm here for you any day baby, like I told you
I had to show you

Don't wanna fraudster

soul but i'll fight
Hope when I go I'm welcomed by a very bright light
Hope i'm forgiven when I soar to the sky and take flight
My words will keep

Cleaning tables and sweeping
While waiting for 12 to hit
I'm anxious and hype
Cause my favorite artist dropping new shit
Five years since his last

he was too innocent, for internet whеn they found it
He was never a bad kid, always stayed clean
Like he was wiped with a napkin
Everytime he was seen,

back
She licking on my chest
Cuz you know I like that
We fighting for the lead
I'm like what you want to do
She say I'm headed downtown
I say I'm headed

I was born in
Relax (16bitSpit)
What up, big bro
Yah, I was born in 91'
And I never had a daddy so I thought I'd try a gun
Everywhere I looked for

on the steps of her people's home
Al Shams Capone
Only bout 5 percent remain gangster
No gun
Bet he got a taser or a razor
Yeah this man flava
Besides high grass

[Hook] 

You hear a lot of music, but it's boring 
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em 
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring 
But

(Buildin' a fan base while working a job at a school
Just so that I don't stay broke)
Was reaching for the stars, fighting a war with myself
But I gotta new

When I was five
I spent most of my time
Kicking it outside
With my brothers and they friends
Dreaming of end zones
And benzos
Still playing Nintendo

fucked by man himself
But there's some of those who are oh so silly one might say
The ones in the king's hand made armor fit only for themselves
Storming

kill anybody who dares to fail her
You ask me for kindness and I'll defo say her
She snapped me her eyes, guess what colour they were
So I had an album

Over looking very comfy she wear YSL dress
My stress gone already watching all of your pics
Speaking of the best i'll be telling honest
You're stunning

Man I got a day job, I'm the rap Ken Jong
I don't need this music man I do it for fun
But at the end of the day whatever helps me express
Is best

two-faced
Why are y’all actin’ like a buncha jokers
Don’t play safe when you ain’t got the face for poker
Breakin’ rhymes is like breakin’ backs by Bane
So

You were such a very good person
But tonight
I don't know what's gotten into you
Listen
You lied to your parents by telling them you were working

I think I'm going through changes, yesterday I cried for like five hours
I mean I've cried before, but usually it's lite showers 
Wonder why, I hope

to my nigga Blaze
Connected by a case and robberies in the States,
Fighting for some status

Tony know the deal, we was driving around the projects with