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name 
4 mixtapes
And a album 
Just for play 
Ball out 
No lonzo
Know the plug
That's honcho
Cash 
Need that pronto 
Bad bitch 
She mine homie 
Kind Bud

only the best can ascend
And this album is my entrance exam
Wow, I budgeted way too much time for this intro
That's embarassing

Big Yung Lil Sneezy

much happier
Than I thought I could be 
'Cause a genuine smile
Says more about a man
Than a thousand written words
Or one whole album can 

It's one big

branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.

of the cards I’ll be dealt
I can’t take it easy
I get ahead of myself
Imma drop some albums
They’ll be consider as classics
There Certified by the fans with

super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling

found a different Way
I refused to be the same and for radio I had to pay for plays
Threw album party and sold that Bitch out
Got a billboard with my face

cahoots for the loot, 
Never recognizing any masters,  imposters and fraudsters, 
Yes, I am the late comer, but just appreciate the fucking album, 
Your

Doing all my dirt by my lonely, nobody's fall guy
Use my Desert Eag to avenge, it got a hawkeye
9/11 on television, we'll watch em all die 
Black roses

And ,Oh Bitch, be wary...you fuck up, I'll type up your obituary.
It reads...
Mr. So & So was walkin' to the corner store,
Stopped by some dudes rollin'

now
Hope my next album change my lifestyle
Just tryna make a couple dollars
Move a couple units take a trip to the Bahamas
So make a move baby
This is

drive-by motorisés
Ta sœur n'suce pas qu'des
Sucettes retravaille ton autorité
Retour de Caracas, ça passe ou ça casse
On verra bien
Cache tes cicatrices

true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You

Ain't no more waiting on niggas, 
Either u on by yourself or u not on at all they mistake for niggas,
Yeah, 
Done being helpful, 
Fuck am I nice to these

Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020

sure I don't meet with the feds
Dangerous moves I cant miss any step
It's a landmine blowin up 
Skate on you like it's a drive by 
Lagga!!    
Don't make

tonight we are listening to a 1982 classic album by Sparky Lightning and The Bolts. What better way is there to party on a weekend? I can't think of any. Up

now marked for death
(You a dead man)

I put some figures on ya head
I hold the double barrel shotty right up to ya chest
Ima blow off all ya fingers n

That was Neon Hours' by Sparky Lightning and The Bolts from their 1982 classic album, Saturday. We are listening to the entire record front to back

damn foreign
But enjoying this scenic tour'n
'Tween the brakes or gas to floor it
I just can't, lose my focus
But pulled over for some photos
All this

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

a purloined lighter
Leave arteries flow choked like an In-N-Out drive-thru
Then evolve to resolve your clogged heart shocked by Raichu
Catch him blazing in

Oh glorious day
Godspeed, got speed
Focusing on things to be me
U m r double a n, S y e d
In Sha Allah, best you'll ever see
It was through calamity

mamas are IRS employed, and they came to collect
Are those royalties, s n, go hand over that check
That's all I have your honor, how else am I supposed