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worked my craft like a slave but I just found out that rock & roll is passé.  So I hawked my guitar and I picked up a Mac, put 8 bars on a loop and called

face in the hood I ain't talking no Bape
Feel like Kim K started out with a tape
Now I got like two albums and one on the way
Oh by the way
We paving

dribble
But I got your shorty up on me and she wont stop bouncing

Three bitch thats me
Three times gone big
Three times yall seen
Three times the amount

in 550's
Album on the way, sorry for the wait
Plates Short 8, plug say, "sorry for the weight"
Momma pray Hail Mary full of grace
I'm in the field like

battle and not for applause.
Solo, don't tell me the odds.
cin't been spitting since way back
cin't got no album on 8-track
But I came clean like cjax
In

Rent out some bouncy houses
For the album party
When this shit comes out
I'll have hoes all around
Throw them sprinklers on
Get these bitches rowdy

Roll up to the mansion, V8 loaded with my brothers
Sure we like the women, but we truly love each other
Turning up the function, find a new vibe

Energy manna stay well clear
Sipping onda alkaline juice, homi jst rolled a fat Zoot
O.G wit the grapefruit, big man Gimmie that loot old school Lock em

trophies that ain't never been won
Bitch I'm one of a kind
Make songs like it's a gun to my spine
Bitch I'm 8 albums in and every one of em fire
Competition

Bacardi and eight spliffs
The teflon don of the pennin' through pages
I ride by my respect, oppress my ops until they see the message
Tried to be as fly

that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine

Money x8

All guns salute Supreme just stepped in the booth/
M.O.N.S, Looptroop a bless ya'll schlooks/
So turn the volume up, refill your cup/
this is

NYC Where I'm From

Eminem

Bulletproof Radio

2007

Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants
You get stung by my MAC like a batch of Hornets
Time is splurge like the San Antonio Spurs
I got rings like a Laker

chalk out line
I'm the name that pop up
When you talk 'bout grime
I'm the name that pop up
When you talk 'bout shine
And the big black heavy metal

a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think

vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,

Gauche, droite, centre
Je suis toujours indécis
Car le gouvernement n'enfante
Que des imbéciles
J'entends "Big L, est-on toujours en indé
Sir?"

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

thief robbers
Half is wack and the rest half is becausers
All the nectar is stolen by the bee watchers
Steal it out and sell it to the big offer
And while

trophies that ain't never been won
Bitch I'm one of a kind
Make songs like it's a gun to my spine
Bitch I'm 8 albums in and every one of em fire
Competition

Come Through

Bugzy Malone

B. Inspired

2018

woulda thought I was importing drugs
If I get a one million pound house
I don't wanna hear nobody's big mouth
'Cause that'll make me one of the most

tall I was MJG with that 8 ball
A living legend I play them
Keys with like Ray Charles
You can't copy the style, or even trace off
They want a Pusha