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Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that

to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

room
Pong in the kitchen
Backwoods in my bedroom with
Thirty people in it
Singing, "Sky is the limit and you
Know that we keep on
Just keep on pressing

the bull is on the floor
I look and find the level of
Crime the time that I decipher
I'm bagging any sniper put a
Ball in Peter's Piper
We made the album

I’m off and running like the chase is on (On)
Make an album faster than they make a song (Song)
Got so many hits it’s like I’m playing Pong (I ping)
All

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

Uh, the city is fucked up
But I lucked up, I got out the bitch 'fore I'm cuffed up, playing duck-duck
It's a goose chase tryna win here, and of that

mow towns like Donna Summers
Hitting bats like home runners
Album never doing old numbers
Now it's straight to the top, pick up the crop
Deformed

to live

Struggles nightly, daily, life is not amazing
I don't even think I'm up to this
That's why I've been chasing, always dream of saving
All of us, I

always up & since a kid I never took a nap
Late night makin jugs
While I’m in the newest foreign
Never had a 9-5
Cuz that shit is for the poorest
& fuck I

That alone will hardly guarantee it
Music isn't fair by any meaning
My first album sitting for two years
Cos I didn't have the money to release it
That's

Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that

know my sound
Hold my crown
I should be known by now
Don’t bite down
Let’s have a vote right now
JD vs yo whole crowd
They know I run my town
Aye
They

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me

to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought

first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read

I finally feel alive, hah
I finally feel alive
Last year I was 25, life caught me by surprise
Thought that I was gonna kill myself, but I made

I'ma Rust Belt Baby
My name is Damiano
Some call me a spic
Others call me a mulatto
Locked doors getting kicked down
When I step into the convo

round
So broke niggas the first to front for the new girls in town
Block was like a Mobb Deep album, we all brought havoc
Punchin' like Tvs in the 90s,

rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get

don't get me
Betting on myself like I bagged a bookie
Just a freshman but was never a rookie
This album is my present to you
I hope you left out the milk

been relentless with this obsession, God damn
Look at me now
I'm going up and I'm putting it down (Yeah, yeah)
Now my music is the talk of the town

great
Become great
Is this shit a album or a mixtape?

Yeaaahhhh
Im punching in with brass knuckles  4x
Ya voice muffled as ya legs buckle 
I'm punching

build the car, they take the keys
And drive it around town
Telling people that they made it
Now they leave
Act like they don’t know what is good
Tryna