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of albums sold where does their money go they ain't got not a clue at all
I don't go by the rules I got a job to do
I ain't got shit to prove y'all let them

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat

“Hey guys we’re in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle right now
I don’t know if you can hear me
But we have have police now advancing

back
It's deadweight, never had it you can have it back (have it back)
Cause these boomers and these losers only cater to each other
Drop an album in

I’m up in this game now people asking “who’s that?”
It’s Riinya bitch, trying out some boom bap
Don’t step towards me, better zoom back
I’m getting

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

There's more to it, let me tell you
Yea, yea
What you know about progression huh
Grinding to be a professional
My cocked gun is the pencil drawn

Respectfully
You faggots ain't nothing special but special ed
He told me I'm smart as fuck, that's special head
Back to my roots, back in the booth
I

of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid,

unlikely
Here tryna get these checks, uh Nike
I be outside, i be outside
In the whip, wine down got the stick right by me
Strapped with the plastic
Go back

pops wanna spite us
But he can't help but like us
Moms bump the album in the kitchen while she cookin'
Them pies up
Tell me who you ever seen with

one, two
911 a mayday, a mayday!
I think this game was too hard for you to play
Say what? So you think you deserve another chance?
Fine by me, but one

of your guys

Selfish, ain't been playin' with fire So playin' with me, you know you gon' die
I put that pussy in the sky Nigga keep goin' back and forth

all the way back in 2023 
Saved it for my album cause I know a fucking masterpiece 
Made a plan, took a while but I did it all lonely
Must've opened my

Hardest out bitch outta Baltimore
Yeah I be dat
And I ain't get on top
By giving top and burning kneecaps
I be burnin' trees back
Better call the bear

to a better me
I was sellin 10 a g, scale it out by density
Sippin on some hennessy
I had to break them tendencies

Lucid Livin
I been trippin, got me sippin

the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type

Don't call the fuzz
Give me a buzz
To drown out the taste
I don't want the booze
To just go to waste
This is the time
You tie up your shoes
And run

Most important is the love when postpartum depressed
Ma raised her two sons, she named 'em Chris and Ron
By the time I was conceived, grandpa already

And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar

(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
But the homegirls walk right by
(You're

alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,

year
It is never clear
Am I ever gonna change careers
Or drop another album and disappear

Who knows
By the way, I don't do shows
I stay home and scroll

could hit me on the cell
N I keep a heater by the belt
N I kept my ego on the shelf
Remember I was fucking Chantelle
Taste good n at least she didn't