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know I'm gone
I just dropped a album, this shit is supposed to get it on

Huh, this shit sounds like denial
Trynna ignore the shots that were fired at my

keep spinning, I'm sitting sideways, sideways

The truth gone burn like Seagrams
I'll be long gone, by the weekend
I've been way too close to the deep

Mic check, 1-3-1-2
It’s that cunt 21, from the 312
He Sun Zhu, and I got 'em asking me, “um, dude
How the fuck is everyone still sleeping on you?”,

together cuz I
Love you 4x
Definitely
Definitely
Te amo she said to me
Still couldnt believe she's into me
I'm just an ordinary person tryna find my way

like a tsunami
These new niggas albums be flopping
Put force on the trenches feel like Master Yoda
My body feel warm and my heart getting colder
Momma

to the lyrics
Eminem all that shit
Every Eminem song on the album I know it off by heart boy
Just kept on listening
His flow his diversity everything man
He got

on my feet and I keep the sweatshirt hooded
I still gotta a lot of the homies sipping they soda muddy
Stay true to the game for so long look down now my

just want peace, I don't wanna kill hundreds
Lookin' back at the album, Magnum Opus
And still my flow is blooming like a lotus
Got more swagger than

these girls will smoke a ounce up
Raid your fridge whole time your head up in the clouds bruh
Lonely by your lonesome cause your homies ain't gone throat

albums going crazy but I still haven't stopped yet
Said shit was picking up soon as I drop that
Only question left is how the fuck I'm gon top that

Man I

eroded
Hocus pocus, try to focus
Smote by sacred scripture like a plague of locusts
I don't own this, I just wrote this
It got into my vocal chords and was

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

player in
By the time I flipped the Ben Folds album I was drunk as shit
Threw up a couple pictures on the rusted GE fridge
I'm going back to Philadelphia,

This song was manifested by myself and many others

Scratching the surface, how did it get this hard?
I'm finding my purpose no matter where you are

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

Colby got cake but he's still a shortbread
Make me wanna smack that booty till it turn bright red
Till it turn bright red
Crying in my bed
Wishing he was

album reviews, a benji be the goal
Reaching in my pocket for dro, the profit show
Pocket low amounts from rap, but I'm grinding fasho
Problems eventually

by the fucking O-Z
Fucking up your haters and you hoes that knows me
Repping for the South, I'm the man that owns these
Writing these words putting my

downhill 
Damn
I heard you niggas going up but some how you still going downhill 

Yeah 
I check the stats ion talk about it

I started back putting this ice

good album, guess what?
It still came out a little jaded and pissed off
But I did all the production and there's no guest spots 
And it makes me smile so

first
Burns in me like a flame but still gotta wait my turn
Yea it kills me
I’m not doing nobody any favors
Only person that I’m doing this for is the one

represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't

album by me
Then bye
Homophone
I get a call reiterating the same
Thangs
It's real homo on this phone
Then God told me

Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen

on to the next before a week goes by 
I give credit only where I see that credit is due 
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave