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friends
Every second of my collection's like my life in reflection
Pressin' record to start the session, Bucktown by Smif-N-Wessun

I know to you, it might

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

Yeah
This is Hope
Welcome to Red Man
Are you ready?
I said, are you ready?
This my Native tongue
Y'all should known by now we were gon' come back
Say

to get by, she get the baller, the athlete
the model, the actor, director, the agent, producer, the rapper
and other niggaz like you that keep her die for

scars 
Everyday's a new battle 
The album is when i'll go to war
Trust me 
You don't need no trust 
Funds got me till I'm basically 80 
My accounts allows

she hate
Then she stuck with me
No, we don’t speak Japanese
But we do chop it up like the Japanese (Okay)
I met her casually
Taking pics by my car oh so

the ones who know
I'm taking my time, go slow
Keeping it C minor, low
I mean low-key
He paid with his blood, so no fee
Second album, it's degree
Most

make profit
Off of shitty flows, jacked lines, get behind
You fuckers gone pay, I promise
Your music is making me nauseous
Got another album inside of my

all that fair, end of day
I would scrap this whole ass album all to spend just a day
In the singular place I feel comfortable that's with you cause you

You doing your thing
And now I am in Miami
You make a hit album
We doing it big we've got money
Baby
Miami man
Miami
Du skulle vært her med oss
But you

to pause
Take a minute before they roar

Look
I constantly take shots from crackpots on all sides
But I just grin and bear it

Now
I'm about to go in

Play "bulletproof baby"
On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want

hurt
Got kicked out my house
Dumped by my girl, but the grind don't stop
Bitch it never will working for no pay
Working everyday living in a basement
Got

and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

you feel the pain maybe you
Relate tell me do it
Make you wanna bang do a drive by to it?
Has it really helped you
I be gettin messages from
People

Niggas showed me big guns with this
Drum it ain't with a tech
This how you separate us killas with
A fade and some dreads
I hate the music niggas make now

of the table
The cards face up
I can't even fake stuff now nowadays
It's tough to do away with my childish ways
I'm a kid at heart, baby
That's just how I'm made

dirty the south
cnd I Been There i Done That

Power Verse

cnd the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas , I Gave You

at your mami games house
And every now and then I just pass by and get it

(Tsipib) aha hey wena
Aha hey wena (Ekse Tsibip)
Aha hey wena
U tla shwa hey wena

some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got

ridiculous
They never understand it demand it why
Because because
I'm rippin' and livin and strivin' to kill it
I gotta get it right now
This is how we do it,

I lost my first record deal in ten months
Blinded by the light from
Let's run to redrum
Now I see it twenty twenty
Like Dateline, you can't rush in