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hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

hair, 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

dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will

ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums

hair, 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

sumthin
Put on Maxwell and by the Gods I'll have you busting like diamonds lost in abyss
If i shoot it I don't miss
And if it did I didn't shoot it uh huh

AdSense
Other rappers wanna say they didn't
Pay for their promotion
But I got papers that say
That shit's a fat fib
Now, I don't know if rappers
Diss me

can barely bare 
Watch how handle my paper like I was millionaire 
They way they starin at me I swear that it’s sorta weird 
But that’s how we just go

where I'm from
Popping them thizzles on our tongue
Riding scrappers
Getting our paper
Stunting at side shows
Knocking Hoes
Fuck a bitch
Send er

niggas Ghandi
Album never see the light of day
I know the radio won’t be a Yandhi

Pearls on me like some prayer beads
Paper thicker than Quarans big Glock

put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green

on the paper
But I left my gas tank with nothing more than vapors I'm
Trying to stand strong, man I can't quit
But I'm straight stuck, I can't do shit
Crave

of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still

was propositioned by my opposition
To dial it back they don't like competition
As if I took away they pot to piss in
Like they albums I forgot to listen

Don't need the bling or the swaggage (No)
To kick you straight outta Scranton (Woo)
You're making cash with your albums
But the paper we make, we planted