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albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay

me
I don't say I'm lucky
I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself
And I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed
And I can't find the spray
Put

Without a mic I got anxiety
Cause a lot of phony rappers keep on trying me
See that's the part that seems like irony
Why you hating on me if you

of a rope,
But gotta get doe, even though,
401K, won't keep me afloat, 
Not my lifestyle, Murder She Wrote,
Paycheck gone, like murdered by notes,
Past 65,

came here to be the best ever

Yo, this a segment
A figment of my imagination in the distance
They see me layin' low and creatin'
Inside a room that's

These pussies is losing
Gotta lean back
Relax
You see me cruisin'
To think that y'all can
Play me you gotta be fucking stupid 'cuz
Lord please forgive me

would've been fucked Vicky
N**** ima boss just like Mr. Mosby
She see them racks and was scared to approach me
It's hard to stay focused when you moving slow

fuckin' feature, I'm taxin
Yeah, if you not payin' shit, why you askin'?
Yeah, I think I want a Porsche or an Aston
Yeah, and they left me all by myself,

want to know about my future. If you know will you tell me? 
We have never talked. I must see you.
                Bone

in the air yeah yeah

Magic my nigga I'ma certified winner
I'll eat you niggas up y'all niggas certified dinner
Ya man don't wanna see me he better

can't double up
So, live it to the fullest
I see you coming up
I'm trying to do the same
Coach put me in a game
I can't score a point
If a nigga stay

been
Cause your mama went and did ten years in the pen
Got you feelin' like you never have her in your life again
Tell me, did you ever see your friends

you so aggressive, I don’t like that”
“But that just come with you, so I won’t bother fight that”
She gon’-she gon’ do right by me, I do right back
So

the strip club with them, when I'm in they nose
Niggas getting to house, put me on the stove
I'm talking Pyrex in the projects, oh
Get my numbers right, grams

blood is blood

Only cap about me is im Capricorn
How you see the opps and wanna rap for him
Heard he talk like like a hoe and that's bad for him
Imma

Porsche
Federales love to see me in court
And tell the Lord I hope
You keep me in thought (pray for me)
But I'm a G, who gives a fuck what you think

Howdy folks!
Just checkin' in with y'all real quick
To see how we're all doin'
How we feelin' the music?
Everybody still alive?
Man to the right

the books
Lil bitch I was poor
Raised with ass whooping
Bitch by the cord
Project baby I was trying
To afford
Living my life 
I'm a live through the course

at sex
They’re crazy, you’re perfect
I expose them to all of my flaws and imperfections for them to project
They always believe they can heal me and fix me

assistance
You got dementia
Gave niggas all that I had
With no return
Ate by myself
I had to see who was firm
Laws get broke
And bridges gotta burn
This

	MY AIM SHARP AS MY PAIN
	BE ON THIS RANGE, LOCKED, LOADED UNCAGED
	PROJECTS OF A LIFE SCRIBED WITH LASE-
	ERS, BOUT TO BE SEEN 
	BOUT TO RISK IT

the fire
Night covered in wax, relax, recline
Belly scene, sitting by the young God
Back in the projects, blue effects
Two dope boys in that, floating

I will see none of that
So
I holler at BEEP
Blood affiliate
He said come hop in the whip and we will go what you go get
Money and women like you I

work
Cause they see I'm great
If i send a open, it's DOA
Yeah, DOA
I kick hard like UFC
My new shit ain't new to me
I'm better now but the tunes are