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and get shelfed
That's why I'm indie
I do all this shit all by myself
I never needed no help before I go for you
You better go for yourself
Fourty make him

a muse
They ask when the album coming it's coming in soon
But I I cannot lose

I'm not sure I won't go where the hype go
Where does time go I don't know

room with motherfucking tools,
If niggaz in the pen were pinocchio's,
Their nose will grow long way to Tokyo-oo,
I'm saved by the blood of Jesus,
AMEN!

for this jit, I rarely miss when I be opp huntin'
Them niggas talkin' all that shit in the studio, but never shot nothin'
I never ever dropped a album

of statements
And they still end up booking him
He wore some black Forces to school
And everybody started cooking him
Left a dead body by that
Liquor Store

I was told I'm not a star by a couple folks
Still found a way to put myself in discussion
Next up talks the check come
I turn Yeezus with the Jesus

Still nothing beautiful we kill
Families on vac
They turistas hunt them on the
Beach where they lay this that hardcore
Horrorcore, bodies out in Bora

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

just started penning this at at 52
That's 10 bars in six minutes flat
Still hot, and I'm pushing 52

Keeping it a buck
I'm OG
True school from the hard

don't know
What we could do if we had more
But we don't
Still going to make eleven hits for my album though

different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame

You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O

Stay Safe or Stay Dangerous
Ready to die like a Biggie Smalls album
Wasn't raised from the bottom
I was raised by the bottom
Started from the bottom

an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

some ties cause my string can't tangle
They can be your blood but Cain still got Able
Gotta be like Will, my dog switch get strangled

Know that this is

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

lick the extra 'caine when
You were making a mess?
I got everything I need and
Still wake up depressed
Yesterday, I snorted 7 lines and
Drank 'til I

sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up

the ones who know
I'm taking my time, go slow
Keeping it C minor, low
I mean low-key
He paid with his blood, so no fee
Second album, it's degree
Most

ke di line nkare phatla ya ga Mangope (Ngopzen)
First album and I'm fucking with the greatest
We ain't invent shit but they yelling that we made it

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

okay, it's not alright
If I could, I would take my life
I'm too afraid, so scared to die
They say feelings fade, knowing I just might

Might disappear by

Yeah, somebody told me that
I'm an artist's artist
Took that as a compliment, yeah

Black Sheep 1 still makin'
Me a streamin' check
I got fourteen