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to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music
to be a slave
I write this music so I can use it
At my funeral - Okay
So no one's confused or lied to by these murderers who will take my life one day
I'm not sorry the people like me
No way to save him now his life it sucks
What you doing the music for
If no one you play it for ever hypes it up
Unless
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
was in his room with music blasting
Eminem Show, Without Me, and Till I Collapse
Now we're both across the country
Grown ups, now look at that
Thank you
he is?
Kevin Crowley? Marshall Mathers of the future?
I wish to shake his hand one day and tell Eminem
That his second album single-handedly
He's a hero, a legend, a champion, men fear him, women fall at his feet
He brushes his teeth with a rusty braai brush and washes his face with Cape
they fucking head spin
His best friend name was Aaron by my standards Aaron was a sweet kid
Could tell that he ain't never seen the fights as I did
Fast
Shoutout Everybody
Thank You For Everything
Thank you for everyone who made Alexander possible
The best album I've made in all of my music career
This is
Up and coming I just got a dollar and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it
out the closet I put music on hold
But Waylin put me into PRIMO cuz they knew we was cold
For the first time in my life I made shit that was bold
in his "pro state"
Who was he sending that tape
Tweeting the size and shape
From a burner saying mistake
He on Diddy timing today
Tucked in
hopped out the car and Frank saw me
In a parking lot in his Ferrari
He opened the door and the leather was looking Godly
Real talk could've cost a mill
He
makin' this music no wonder the mixtape it sound like an album
(Ahh)
I was down and I came up wit a vengeance
The life that I live do not come wit
Take this picture so your memory last a little longer
Feel the burn, feel the rubble, getting nowhere problems
Pop a pill, procrastinate album
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
in
I'm smackin' a opp with the back of a Glock and I'm knockin' his teeth in
Talking bout he was tweakin', talking bout he ain't mean it
Guess he
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
peak
Even though MorePerkys outdid you on every fuckin' beat
How the fuck you make an album, and get carried by the feats
Jadon flexin' fake chains, them
slave the
Newspaper went on to have tremendous success
At each stage of his life Douglass was tested
By the powerful odds against him instead of
Giving
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
known as a ratchet
And that rose, I just lay it on his casket
Pouring out 'yac and I got the flowers
When I snap, I got the power
Rule with an iron fist,
that is the industry's offended
When I made your labels dusted by a fucking independent.
Strange music, dude, fuck if you believe in it.
Don't know
glitters hard drive
Certified Wise throws a jam that's so hot it'd
Make a married man give up his annual blowjob
You better show something, with heading no
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