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meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

up, 
Next to Jordan’s name.
Y’all I had six albums that I made first,
Born to this world a sinner, 
Doing Satan’s slave work, I had to make a change.

the only source keeping the fucking family straight
Didn't had much, so uncle had to help
No father figure, had to figure out shit by myself
Ain't writing

because I am not hinged
Oh no, If I'm gonna pop off
Then I got the top off
Beats are getting dropped off
Demons getting popped off
Blicky, got it sawed off

(gang)
Told the bitch to slide and turn up, we in Oakland (gang)
They can't fit in the back, they like, "But" then we ghostin'
Slide through the Hills,

enough
Old school Hip Hop 
Yeah, I'ma bring it back

Now I had to mess with rappers and teach them the game
I know I'm best If you don't like it
Then quit

on these truffles 
You gave yourself away 
By looking down and to the left
Can't be mixin up these pits 
With emotional support pets
I don't fuck with who

it)
And you know that choppa hold 50
Patek watch, cost me 350 (50)
Play my album and you know it's litty
Tryna (tryna), get it (get it), out the (out

of the billboard, top 20 in 12 months, and I'm a
Son of a bitch for it, new policy, new apologies, new kingdom, new democracy, I'm a king by
Birthright, not

tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat

I'm never with bricks, but always surrounded by cobras and vipers I started a clique
Started a clique, kinda feel safe if I'm not then I'm Thanos

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

a manger
Mary said she fucked god but prolly just fucked a stranger
Then fiction is an album by bad religion 
And a song 

So sing along be the poison pawn

to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'

Mane, look how they do ya
Applaud then they boo ya
Rewrite history as if they never knew ya
Gotta keep your guard up
Strap and cigar clutch 
Internet,

my first album to be a little bit of everything
Tempo's created and in rhythm alone
A vibrational
"Temple" pull that attaches your soul "Our

dry
I been through way too much, you can't offend I
Plus I'm knowin' one true self, you tryna get by
I don't  Hang around with niggas, just tryna get

come
 into my world i'll prove this

My guns don't got instruction
 i just know how to use it

So if you every try me
 then your body i'll abuse it

Get

cannot finesse the finesser

9 millimeter on the dresser 

Right next to the dragon dagger 

By the green ranger 

I eat up a rapper for entertainment

ooooooo 
call me t to the e to the double l z
i go by the name of tellz 
i just want to talk about my life (fat pig)
(don't you stop loving yourself

spotter now
Fighting the passion, caught up in the blue
Part of the trend, just one of the few
Defying my pen then proceed with caution
Until I lie in my

niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same