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can't write shit in a minute watch (in a minute)
I wrote all this shit while you were playin' hopscotch (hopscotch)
Man I'm dissin' on my album and I amp

the moon
Someday I'm gonna feed my family, ya
This album I wrote as a gift to myself
I'm picking up mics and putting books on the shelf
Lukas tells me I

The galaxy might be far away, but it's too small
For whether they go by foot or flying lightspeed
They'll only find one bedroom at the end of the hall
Next

lames up on the radio
I'm sipping on
I'm flipping on
Only way I know to get by
I made the beat
I wrote the rhymes
No ghost rider design
You ain't cop that

is older than the rhymes they wrote on ancient scrolls
Don't need no vacay out in Boca, I need Kundalini Yoga
We need Trump impeached and need that

Tough Luv

Young Gunz

Tough Luv

2004

need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..

[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give

Misanthropy

X-Raided

Unforgiven

1999

I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle

mean, I try to keep it in
But really I can’t hold it
He call homosexuality a sin, so homophobic
He called it an abomination
Even though Jesus wrote it
He

armor while I'm healing through the trauma
Shielded by the forests fields yielded by the farmers
You know no pain rolling trains over where i wrote your

elastic
with classic, i’m at this, like bars wrote at the Atlas
I’m rapping this so hostile, I might just start a fire flow
I’m blowing off my steam,

I just dropped the top up off my whip, now I'm gettin' lit
People askin' for another album, know it's gonna be a hit
Your friend is tryna rap, he

mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define

when no one would
Lying side by side, you’d think you’d know
My hand in yours is how my feelings show
You ask me to say something sweet but I don’t

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

a bae who exacerbated anxiety like no other
That's an album worth of discussion
All you need to know for this song?
She saved a nigga, real talk
I

Christ is first not selling no album
I turned on the tv and what did I see

Church on every view how could this be
Hollywood Lord spoke to me between 1995

Guns Cocked

Choobakka

My Time

broke when I wrote this song
most of the niggas by my side, they don't belong
but I kept then there (why is that?)to prove I was strong
now you could be

chance I advance. Even if I'm stuck, I'm sticking to the plan
Sticking to the script, That I wrote. Some years ago 
I just live by the code. That's all

wrote a bunch recorded it all in the lab
And i did it by myself only a couple homies truly put in work and really helped
Plus my family would actually

like every rapper I'm inspired by
I'm flying high, past you and your ride or die
And I got mine, 5'5 with some fire thighs, damn
Man stop acting like

for you
I've learned to move on and I've learned to love
I'm writing this album in attempt to be noticed by you
But I never even thought that I don't

know
This game is much bigger than me
I recognize and respect all the ones that came before
And how they wrote
To get themselves through tough times

state, what I heard, somebody should show her around
Yeah I prolly threw my hoodie up and payed 'em no mind
I prolly played my favorite album like I did

Album of the year man I could vouch
That would be me braggin to much I gotta chill out
Man I can't be flexin out my ass
Man I know about the doubt
Ay