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the static

Album on drop 
We finna pop 
Straight to the top only the way to go 

Rap what I'm bout 
Fuck all the clout 
You from the east then you trained

yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out

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

project
Get it me and Em, Hop
Logic, Joyner, NF, Royce
All need to make a song
Shout out Tech N9ne he the goat rap legend
Underground king 55 shows trav put

auf Stand-by
Entweder schlaf' ich ruhig am Ende
Oder hab' Blut in den Händen so wie beim Blood-Gangsign
Das heißt, ich würd' für Hip Hop sogar auf 'nem

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

furnace they turn to ash 
Where's the concepts it's like artists forgot its definition
Whole album is a single but they still get recognition 
My s**t is

I’m poppin bitch, I’m really dunkin
Heads bobbin and the bass is thumpin
Mamba’n, I’m moccasin, in water when, I sense you coming
I’m venomous with

The Album just dropped, never heard it before
Got a million plays, but ain’t talking bout songs
I made this album, to write all my wrongs
I’m trying to go

some homies been catchin' charges
Back to the story
I'm washin' dishes
I put em all up
Came round the corner
Went by the sink and thats when i saw ya

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

getting every penny for diss album I ain't miss shit
Cooked up every beat an still had time to get a spliff in
Time is man made
I ain't pressed to get no

this goat talk like I ain't picking my foes off
One by one, just making sure I don't go soft
Smoke the best weed, always blowing an O off
And bars is

living the fast!!! life!!!  Fast!!!life!!! Fast !!! Life!!! Fast!!! Life!!!

Verse 3: Pick it up you need the rush to try n catch up if ya lucky
Know

whenever it torn us
No chains n' no ropes, yeah Nothing can hold that
I'm into this beat like prayer in lord like
Murder this shit like Blackhawk with bomb

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

the balls
To start shit the whole clique prolly wanna
Rock 'n' Roll lets go everybody wanna show
Seven of my brothers pop up like our mother is the Octomom

shit double
You say you bangin we know you be bluffin
When you say you hustlin but you really wasnt
Saw you on the gram got exposed by your cousin
You

going back

I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine

plan 
What we all have in common is that we surviving to live by the hustle to bring in the bands
I fell like p.n.b
Y'all niggas dreaming and sleep
Got

Satan got my neck, so man, I'll grab him by his feet
I ain't even perfect, I'll admit at times I'm weak
I've tasted guilty pleasures, lies and lust,

(re-up)
He just wanna recline it Selena (Lena)
Keep in my dosa my kicks Serena (Rena)
Guillotine don’t remind it Matina
Inna Beamer n---a butter knife it

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'