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the road
I been a star since my mother gave birth
First class nigga when I wrote this verse
This my last album I feel like a savage 
I handpicked the beats

to get higher like I'm flying, a pilot
Up to Heaven, me and brethren in that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine

Heaven rock

sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!

Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't

Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post

I do this shit cause I love it 
I wrote the verse and I kill it
Produce the beat and I nailed it
My album's done, freak is ont it

Bring me down

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

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

There ain't nobody iller than me
I had enough heart to say I want to be an mc
In my eyes there ain't nobody doper
Then the kid who wrote his story in

hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten

and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one

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

the door
Staying ground
Changing for the better
Never for the dough
I'm well rounded
Because I was always raised by good folks 
They surrounded me with love

Who the fuck you are you tryna act like the shit?
Wrote an album bout yourself and you still cry like a bitch
Rapping bout your fuckin problems as if

will just be a graze
I love the hip hop game
'Mains of Nut Up or Shut Up: Extended Play flaps in the wind
Been rappin' since I wrote Xponent: Extended

The Heartbreakers, The Voidoids
And he wrote the song that gave the new
'70s punk generation it's first anthem yell

"I was screaming get me out
Of here before I was

(How to be human)
How to be human (How to be human)

She don't call me by my name she say "twin flame"
Takes two to tengo with the rain I guess
What's

no sinner, I wrote the lyrics, he produced it
My flow too sick, dreaming lucid but to me my life is music
See the truth is if the shoe fits wear it

homies rap, fuck that other shit you think you're doing
But I'm foolin' if they think they care about it much as me
They ain't trying for an album out by

you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately

awesome
Go away
I wrote a whole damn album 'bout how I don't know who I am
Now I can't seem to finish it
'Cause lo and behold I'm too damn sad
Or I guess

get scared by angels

I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different

long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any

settled light
As good as I could
And wrote into open space
Like a parasite
Plagued paper for you
Cause that is what it takes woo
Leaving music to myself,

was sitting in the trap
Couldn’t see shit but I still wrote packs
Smoke in my lungs got an ounce in my dacks
I don’t care what you say coz I’m makin