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nah
Grab the track by neck
RKO up outta nowhere
Too much static, paranoia
Cooking something special for ya
Album coming soon man
They tryna join our

showing, and diamond Piguet glowing (Woah)
Right before they turn and walk into another store
Now around the age of four, The kid stops them by the door
Saw

text everyday,
Like what’s her name,
I’m just taking shit like day by day,
You move a lot but nigga I prefer to move by faith,

[Chorus)]
Tell me what it

near by, like a drive by
Close em windows, just stay in doors
I lead like pencils
In the middle of the track its too late for the intro
Don't fuck with

My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's

Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished

You Already Lost

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Your power is already fading & I’m never

a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o

I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize

the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil

B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done

Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm

to knockin on closed doors all year
I don't wanna go that route tryna cop a brand new house
Top of that tryna get away vaca just me and my spouse
All day

floor
Shorty's done with my shit so she left and slammed the door
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by

could open doors for me
In Canada
And I couldn't seem to stay interested
In any other job
In the same way

Finally I started my own business
Thinking it

present you, the reason for me to rap.

I love lyrics and rhymes I can use to express
Let's face it this mumble shit never impressed
I'm disappointed by

for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

Somethin' that they just won't know
They don't know what it was like to do a line of blow
At a party where you were surrounded by fuckers you didn't know
Now

im no longer in school

Coolest people that i know, yeah they say im cool
Thank you god by brendan thats a really good song
Went to bryce embrys house

the parking lot, dazzled by the starlight.
Hoping for an answer to the far cry, but in my head I knew what she was saying.
It went on like...

What does it take

forget to knock cuz On the door there’ll be a sock
Ohh, she like a stripper with no clothes
And I fucked her on the pole
Got them got them got them got

Evil Mind..
& I trust that Music is the way for me.. like an outlet...
& So; if you wondered why my album werent out yet
Here yarhh BEEATCHH!! This is

abandoned
Left alone with less emotion
Now I'm locked up in the studio
Putting in these hours
Making albums up in France and all the proof was in the powder,

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking