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What's it's been like
Life is a trip I be in this shit deeper than sewage in pipes
Moved out my mommas house all on the road
Drawing up a new album

in this by yourself
When I need help I know I really do
I find my peace when I'm chilling in stu
I be going crazy when I'm sitting at the booth
Feeling

by the house
Time consuming couldn't put my own music out
Had to make a decsicion
Eyes burning engineering
Cloud of smoke like a thousand Ghost's
I

yuh song
The one from the album wah name day one
Cyah complain haffi give thanks fi the likkle yah man
And by the way mummy good dwag
Still miserable

options
End it all or get the album popping
Tell your man meet me in the lobby
One hit will knock the jaw off him
Tryna taste the life of pop stardom
Hidden

it)
And you know that choppa hold 50
Patek watch, cost me 350 (50)
Play my album and you know it's litty
Tryna (tryna), get it (get it), out the (out

Man, growin up in Schenec was wild man
My three main focuses tho was Hip-Hop
Watching anime
And playing video games
Ain't much changed except now I

graduated magma cum laude virtual on zoom
I thought by now you'd make the news
In talent shows you swept the room
You whipping in the Rango still, I know cuz

Yes Mr. Big Shot
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I

tell by the look in your eyes an
You looking surprised when them 
Brooklyn guys arrive you move to the side.
You shooken inside.
Get yo pride tooken,

By morning time
Who are you now?
Better let me live my life
Roll up in something thats foreign tonight
I don't know what it is
Something thats foreign

and die young
That's the anthem
Die young, dude
You'll sell more albums
Still young enough to die as old as Hendrix
Then it's R.I.P. Bizzy
Now your legacy

the music shit but now they into views and clicks 
I still love it when a rapper gotta meaning 
In the words that they speaking to they fellow human beings

I went from East London to West LA 
It's been like 5 years now a month and a couple of days 
I graduated but they didn't teach me how to get paid 
I

leaning  to the left
Screamin f fox news till i run outta breathe
From the cigarettes, like nore said you ain't a nigga yet
On the firm album, a gravedigga

the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think

on my SC bruh
This lifestyle, is it enough
I want a house by the sea, plus
Room enough for my whole team
Bout time that they know me
Rolled up, 703, lil

were fuckin’
But by then you don’t want ‘em
Ain’t it crazy, ain’t it something
Now the court tells you when you can see your babies
All because you hurt

Yo sukkie, bruv fam I beg you,Bruh release some flipping music bruh,what are you scared or something? Bruh you  can’t be dropping bangers one by one

and writing songs
Niggas you took too long to come get that shit, now it's gone
It sells itself when it's packaged this well
Can't sit on the shelf, they

Gucci down to the sock
And my fist on Thanos, way I'm wearing these rocks
Bet a hunnid' I look better than your man by a lot
I ain't hearing no heat, all

Romantic sensational salsa with the big band sound.
Born in Colombia but now London-based, Roberto Pla is one of the most sought-after timbal players

Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

not a boyz n the hood addict
Menace fanatic
I live the street life for real
So I can brag it
Pop gave me gun lesson back when I was a kid
Now I fire

by goofs
Like a hula hoop
Had to make my way out that bitch
Hoe' I'm bulletproof
Since a youngin', they been all tryna joc
It's goin' down at yo spot