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Joy comes, in the morning 
Joy comes, in the morning

Real life
Yo it's been a long journey but, we finally made it to the end

Stories from

it, uh
Ha, haha, haha
Ha, haha, haha
Bitch I'm in these streets, and your life going to be the credit
Pour a drank, no chase it
Bitch I'm fucking wasted

azz
and you always let it slide when she do bad
you never knew that this bitch had like eight niggaz
on her side, and she break and she shake niggaz

you to live faithfully
You got what it takes
And your excuse is an entire lie
You have the same inside you
As the people your inspired by
The work that

it all, hide it all
From the rest of the globe
La-di-do
La-di-do
But I ain't singing to y'all
T-I-S-T-I
T-I-S-T-I
Many wish they could've been
Hit by

Indebted to lovers and 
Those that have left
At night when it's still
I can feel their regrets
On the low keep it real
Just like my check
All your

down to my fucking walk from you
I embody every aspect that you got in you
I gotta credit half my life and a lot to you
I got the pointy nose, bipolar,

ruin a fling, muhfuckas
Removing my dreams by all means my life ain’t keen
You the type to take pics dressed ya as a fiend
I bump fiend first album track

shit's kinda' wack to me, I can't lie
Listen, haha, yo

Don't make me say it twice, you niggas lame
I ain't got no love for you
Tell me why this nigga

driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky

dream that you ain't in you sittin' it out
I see it already, my fans saying nope
Cause they like me depressed, but now I'm full of hope
I'm finally happy,

used to not fuck with me
But now my visions clear you see, y'all boys finna envy me
Nawl dawg dis dat envy yea the album, nigga hating on me 
But we

no matter what I put out I won't just be going up
So go ahead and scrutinized whatever that I'm making
Like whenever the album comes I won't have it

laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

legends i said already but fuck man it's manacing
Fuck it imma manage it
no matter what life throws at me
I go at it so recklessly
my hits so fast your sure

stable their ain't no debate​
I ain't quitting till I'm 36​


It's Mister Green
I said I shouldn't be judging
A book by the cover ​
I'm here to discover

the third, never wrote this much
Before in my life, I can laugh and write
Overpass at night
Hit it, then we took flight
I got problems every day, get it?
I say

she bend it over touch her toes
You know I bring the baddest bitches out at all my shows
Bitch I'm lit in real life fuck a post
And I'm really getting

feel it
I need therapy, but that won't happen (It won't)
If I get pissed I get back to rapping (Yeah)
Even this album, seven songs I'm snapping
I'm

album
My tendons are about to fall off the wrist
If you ain't see it now bitch I'm deep in my prime
I'm transforming new shit call me Optimus
I'm so

a fucking reason
Well, time tells the truth
So give it a couple of days
I gave it a couple of months, I gave it a year, my life
I must be insane
I find

through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all, 
It's only right that I go out the same way

desperately wish you had
See, it's the way you make up songs and you belt 'em out in the shower
Then tell me you'll write my album, you'll have it done in