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Blending the meaning to sweeten the savory beating
They heated and lemonated me
I'm out of the oven and hovering hot with stacked outcomes
No bad albums just

I get paid by the letter
Go to bat
Go to bat
I'm the one the whole team go to bat for
Go to bat
Go to bat
I'm the one the whole team go to bat for

And I can't go today, I got too much on my plate

Keep a 30 stick and it stay by my side
And I'm tired of all these snakes
Tell me, is you done a ride

watokee na mababu
Ata ivo niko Namanga na Mwamba design ya Ababu
Owino wa Eastlando nikianza kuwapanga ni maajabu
Vile natema by now washajua si jaba ya kwa

rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,

to the reaper
And none of these rappers wanna battle I'm leaving niggas with seizures
Don't worry about the last album, that's a sleeper
I walk up on a nigga

Cheering

Alright
This is uh
I always do this song last
It was my first music video
It was filmed by my uncle
Who's also helping me film this live

cuando sale y lo resuelve to por mi
A lo John Constantine D D
04300 from hood by the hood, ya sabes
Y es que a mi me arropo, si no fuera por la música

all an album
That might even astound
While I start thinking on
What could be my legacy
I'm not making money now
But I could be
By translating my stories

on the glock
While other kids play games and whack in a sock
No reason to stop every reason to pop
Wait till the day when our album will drop
Out of this world

of the billboard, top 20 in 12 months, and I'm a
Son of a bitch for it, new policy, new apologies, new kingdom, new democracy, I'm a king by
Birthright, not

Evil Mind..
& I trust that Music is the way for me.. like an outlet...
& So; if you wondered why my album werent out yet
Here yarhh BEEATCHH!! This is

the garden to pitch
A collection of dreams
Words and spells
An album presented
Where magic dwells
And the white horse
And the white horse
And the white horse

got over that shit by now
Plus they found the niggas who did it before we did
You better thank God you got to live nigga
Father forgive me for the hate

Release an album in my past thoughts
I feel a pull inside my room from all these mascots
I see a kid within his temper
Making raps inside his room

end up by switching my beat to then stop moving till my brain is dead
Hell, all I'm doing is relying on my parents' wallet plus some fishy loans
I am

straight to Coachella
Everything that I drop, man, it turn to platinum Come to think of it, I don't gotta drop a album

I told a young n***a, just listen,

How would you describe the album?

Ballache-pop, or synth music with a sense of humour
It's apocalypse-ready, cold wave club music
Bedroom

dependent on the weather
Toxic smoke up in my lungs, I'll live forever

I'm lost in the streets, now I'm lost in a dream
I've been working on an album with

can't tell me what to do
Had to get her off of face time
She was fucking up my cool
In the booth
I act a fool
By myself
I'm rolling two
Doing what i'm

industry
All my gas exotic fuk is a dispensary
Man i know dem niggas pussy wasn't rlly Street
Tie em at his ankles
Have the car drag em by his feet
Yea
Bitch

is for my fans, yeah, this is for my fans
I grit my teeth out here in this jungle
Surrounded by truth to see, I know what now this like
It's a gamble

no show
I saw him standing by my fireplace
Santa Claus, I yelled out loud. He got real scared and turned around

Oops, wrong house, he turned and said,

workin' overtime after the whistle like we padding stats
No, I cannot believe they told us that we wasn't bout it
And when I drop my album I hope they can't