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The fuck you sweating on my final choice?
Aussie rules baby, fact is, the goals is beside the points
You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
We

Fuckin phenomenal astronomical, powerful
Why was they ever doubtin' you?
Nigga if I was you I would bow to the god
Up in prison
My vision I would scour

a centrefold
Buying like she export
In the lounge drinking French port
But that’s my heart y’all get extorted by weird hoes
Bunch of cornballs hiding behind

He always walks the crowded halls
And is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low
And never shows her eyes
He always walks

well together
So. im glad that I was never meant to try
Cause you became my beacon when I really needed light
Why, was I so close to deep end
You'd be

of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME

Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me

Making plays on my cellular
Regular, All y'all niggas regular
Regular, Pull up in something that ain't regular
Regular, All yall lil niggas smoking regular

mistreated, it's especially vile
This a new degree of profound
When I make another album, I be makin a sound
Like a new speaker, yeah, how it finna surround
How

Yo
Yo

This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no

Christian?
(No, me ah Muslim)
Me did ah go tell you read yuh Bible
But alright, go read yuh Quran

(Respect DJ)
(By di way me love di album) Mad
(Me

l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d’cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Drive by Aventador

time on my side so I'm resettin' the clock
Got a step-by-step method to get to the top
Tryin' to forget about my L's, call it memory loss
Yeah I've got

I really didn’t have no direction for this song 
Like really
Really the album was finished
I just saw this beat heard this beat, whatever 
And I got

from one minus Na I ain't got nothing let me borrow 5 things I Shouldn't B looking @ bling king jacking off by my self 4 five I got away with auto theft

Okay, I need an album cover, who trying to get paid

I got some raid for who buggin, who trying to get sprayed
Five tabs, but I ain't trying to sell

bitchness
Why is this dude rapping now?
It's what your thinking mister
He's white as printer paper, blizzards in the midst of winters
Who the fuck he thinks

fog
Was my mind
Like I was chased by a dog
Named time
I felt just like a cog
In line
Rolled downhill like a log
Get grind

I thought that people hurt


Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with glasses

the messenger, fire the preacher, they crow
Find the teachers, they don't 
I've been freed by fake folks
Stopping me, no they won't 
They won't stop my bank roll,

the GOAT, young GOAT

Hold up, hold up

I am the GOAT, young GOAT

Yeah I’m definitely drug free, may smoke a n**** 
(reference: “best thang smokin” album by

down or they ain't around dawg 
Don't take me for clown dawg 
(Protect my energy)
Had to get the fuck from up around y'all 

I don't make time cause I

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

Yeah, man, I guess I took the summer off (Why?)
Why? I was buzzing, didn't wanna stop
Flying seaplanes above the yacht
Threeways on the beach, smoke

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start