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been trying to get me up on that microphone
Bout to make a killing and steal it like there's no body home
You can bet the real ones gone feel it and let

egos

Hold up
Wait a second, how can everybody be another muthafucking legend
I get it, the hyperbole is evident
Evidence of anything connected is our

Demons got these niggas tripping, bitch you bout to get it for real
I bow down to the Lord, on my mama, all I pray is the Lord

This the day, girl, my dad

erased it
It is laced, you're poisoning your inner faith
Sighing, denying
Admit you did this by yourself and you're trying
To to be real now you confess

insane
All of this talk it's just going through my brain
You think that I won't pull up well you must not know my name
I only mess with real thugs I do not

on my name put respect on my crew
Niggas be talking like they got the strap
Once we in person it's cap cap cap
I'm a real nigga you know that's a fact

I’m coming
I’m tired of running out of bullets, how you ain’t tired of running?
This could be a baby party, I’ma still sneak a gun in
Brung sticks

talk that gangster shit
Nigga, always talk that gangster shit
Nigga, I go out to town, I come back spankin

Niggas can't run from this shit, my head

Eastside ABM the Roob and Lil B type
I'm Always Black Mobb Bitch the Co and Cle type
They fuck with me kuz this cheap price and that's on Pree life
The real

I got bars like I’m TNT
What can I say I’m the g.o.d
Don’t puff pipe like pvc
Year 8 did a b.n.e
And I still went free my g
I’m on a roll like bb8

in the kitchen, gripping a pot handle
You sitting for clipping
An innocent bystander
Low income livers grew to be
Niggas with high standards ay, look

And I've learned about it I've learned how Jesus can relate to the victims
Who have carried such terrible pain
But can I be real? I honestly struggle how do

puffed, feet grounded
Y’all know what they say about looking back
There’s a reason why we leave stuff in the past

Hook

What can be said with all there is

or tail pick one, na your turn to toss.
To all my niggas for the streets.
How e wan be na.
I put my soul for this beat.
Na my mind be that.
Omo the sky deh

really need to be saving the game for my kids
The streets need to hear this shit to tho

(Yeah) I got places im tryna go is you tryna meet me there
Sorry

my nuts off
Blast Off sky high
She thought I was a nice guy
Truth rolled up real sudden
Sorta like a drive-by
Haters with them scrunched up faces

told that lil bitch that this dick ain't for free
Don't bring yo bitch round me you know I'm a bandit
I fuck on that bitch by the end of the week
I know

friends
Back to back kush, I can hardly open my lids
Smile when I don't wanna
It's hard for me to pretend
I'm bothered by the sins and
The drama I'm in set

Theory of Humanity

Produced by 1st official 

Verse 1

Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine

million I can show
Bottom feeder on a high pedestal
I wouldn't change for the better or for worse
And this white man world, these bitches should know their

Gimme time, this shit is legendary,
Every verse a fucking lectionary, rappers, get your pencils ready, let's get it

Verse 3 (Notion):
How can we be

me tell you this, you won't be missed
You reside in my business, bitch you're dismissed
Keep my name in your mouth but I'm remiss
Obsessin' 'bout me

Green everywhere, you would start to think I was vegan
Fuck with real pressure, make em double back, they be fiendin
Got my handles up, you know some

for the worse, don't know what's gotten into 'em (What?)
You can't push it to the max while doing the bare minimum (Nah)
Reinvent myself this year, I