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naw naw cut that part out

Want it all more than I need it
Your numbers mean nothing 
Your fans ain’t gon stream it
I look through these artists that

I do the shit they ain't doing
All this pain that I feel it's no more love in my heart
I don't even want you round you wasn't down from the start

Mind" so long (Yuh)
Got me to invent a
New album in this past week (Past week)
On my "Agenda"
Your raps cappin' like the scout (Ha)
And you faker than

like Lennon
Tell them to pre-order my album
That shit probably selling
And they're probably yellin'
And I probably tellin' you
If you heard a hater get

my name
I don’t want it anymore that shit is not the same
Even without aiming at the noggin they still missing a brain
This ain’t no new version of me

thoughts out into the digital world. This is my first drop in 2 years. Its more than just a test drive cuz I dont plan to get off the road again 

Put that

the farmer
That sucks the cows tit
And they'll harvest his organs
By playing the acordian
Haha
Tell your mates who stole my phone
They're all snakes

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

acknowledge it
Flow is crazy I'm saucing
Flying by on a rope swing
Wind blowing you talking but I don't see no walking
You crazy boy
You aint making noise
I be

the Tesla
Waiting for the day that I'm reimbursed with cheddar
My name GEE$
With more juice than your main squeeze

I got all of that shit that they say

doing more bad
A broke son reading Rich Dad Poor Dad
Either way I'm still spittin' that shrapnel
With words that sound nasty like chitlins and scrapple

Something you had to hear
I'm dropping bombs like I'm Vladmir
I got that cash in my ear
Makin' more money than athlete, yeah

of albums I did by myself and they all on the movement
Now they all gotta face up the music
All the shit they won't say to my face
I ain't training with Mr.

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

so clear I can't help but talk
To myself
After all I know best
Never overcompensating I just chase the knowledge
And the bag
Got more in store
Than

Are versatile
Got me feeling flyer than an airport terminal
I'm from the streets that are
Similar to Sesame
Girls who turned me down
Now sitting

Louie bag, she got red bottoms, expensive toes
What that boy luh Jaso, had said, we told expensive poles
Ain't, staying, if I ain't getting head, that go

bother?
Like that boy Maury said
"you are the baby's father"

Hold up, man it's the Freestyle Scientist
Yeah it's the Freestyle Scientist
If I drop my album

Neon Heart

The Boomtown Rats

The Boomtown Rats

Life pours down into the neon heart (It's late at night)
Cement City is all a-spark (Yeah that's right)
The whores are loose and the dames are abroad

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

Vegas On Biz

Crooked I

Apex Predator

2013

us, let me show you the way that G's rock
Never touch your purse, your chair or your door handle
Chivalry is dead for boys, I'm more man though
Love

Lanez
Fuck a fire nigga I create more than flames
I'll put a shell in ya back like a tortoise
You'll be the hunchback that ain't never seen Norte Dame

Smokin' Needles (forever, motherfuckers)
More hits than the Beatles

Not tryna express sorrow, mourn full acquainted
The name of the golden era, though,

devoted to trust
There's so much more to these markets than boom or bust

So I'm a human with a vision who's invested in this process
Not just flipping