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at the desk, Im red pilled and based ya'll are blue Pilled at best
Haha, it's gettin' gruesome and grotesque
Better save ya face - I Blow it right off in the end

just show up everyday and I turn to the Stu
Too much on my mind to just pack in 2
Minutes or verses
Uh
Imma need an album or 2
A book or 2
Why my ex

out, got u Niggas spooked
Ima solo baby Ian never need no group
The winning team is me n myself n my blues
Bro lacking ina field, just like yo girl u

Yea
Man, I'm about to drop an album (Yea yea)
Don't worry about these niggas or the outcome
Yea
Hanging with my dogs, we all alphas but
We never

for a ride you know I can't resist ya
Bet I could make album from just way you look tonight
Why don't we find the outcome of us feeling this vibe
Come

this and that yeah its all on the web
And the stuff you miss out on is the stories I tell
Y'all only here cause you think you know me real well
Think you

ain't that type of girl that should be lonely
No you ain't that type of girl
Ain't that type girl

You clean up I pull up by sun down
I roll up we smoke

Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like

em' hang
Woke up a villain i feel like bane
I don't play it by the book i don't play no games
Sugar sugar cane, take a look I'm breakin the bank
Working

thought finally had enough
Fire that's inside cant be stopped by a storm
Why we always thinking we know whats in store
One time for the ones that love me

ain’t make the album
Why is that? Hope it’ll never be the outcome
The day you leave me and I have to make a "Read" for you
They gon' have to make a "Dead"

Bitch I’m too sick motherfuckin' flu game with y’all
And I run shit nigga I’m the new age Lebron
Better pick a side yea it’s do or die nigga
Tryna go

More worried bout they complexion, than where they lay and be rested
If you ain't fuckin with me why are talking there's no discussion
Forgot that i was

something
Now I'm fronting my demons
Just to make sure you're safe
This is Nine
Girl I'm feeling blue
Your not in my room
Let my flames fume
In the afternoon

to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you

to me
Y'all glorify rappers and look at their albums like bibles, but he ain't no god to me
Eyeballs and god frauds are what drive me, they help the car

In life we either got two choices
It's the red pill or the blue pill
You choose
And this got nothing to do with no blood or crip
Niggas listen to my

watching my back
Blood on the whip clutching a strap
Try it and walk up and see if it's cap
Ain't know you before the album you ain't getting dap.

Finna

when I decide to pull the trigger
I got two blue props you would think I'm running Mayfair
Tryna build monopoly but you know I don't play fair
Tryna beat

you gonna
shine man It's just what it is, see I gotta bring it

back Every time me and D say hop up on a track
He gets lost and he's lost by the things

I was there
I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses
in

me
To a list of problems longer than he snoozing
On all my albums that's alarming to me and with each stack up the result's
excuses
What he lack is

Hold Up

Stat Quo

Street Status

2006

Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me, 
How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see
Now we got

I don't need no blue check to be verified
Step aside spitting killer verses mans its geocide
Where was I when the verse hit deep inside of your mind