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you ain't got no bread to buy it

I been in a different zone I just been activating
Your album flopped, you got no bars, mine went fucking amazing
You

Asylum Execution, go get the album
Who dropped a double disc every minute was white powder
I just wish my father stopped smoking crack took a shower

me
To a list of problems longer than he snoozing
On all my albums that's alarming to me and with each stack up the result's
excuses
What he lack is

All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my

started
Creeping by the window crying (huh?)
Bens truck, hop out with a stick I'll be fess up (what?)
Tesla, rock out in white coat, professor
Man I'm

represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't

favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were

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over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little

over seas
No one on the corner got supports like mine
Don't know when my album drop but there already in line
They go

FRAN CIS CO (ooh)
I thought i told

my albums, everything classic
I been and still going ‘round the earth 
Just like I planned it
Now the year two thousand ten
I don’t even need a beat my

off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right

the moment and day
I emerge and get to the trophy and fame
I don't need none of that
I'll get through like a running back
Head down by the grace of God
Them

many times I'm like "how could you?"
But I just had to get this out and I can't talk to you right now so I had to go and write this whole album for you

bitches in a Tahoe
Would you give it to me, if I needed a liver?
Just a question
I really don't want shit from these niggas
Got me on my Jay-Z
Black Album

all week 

It’s crazy we was good Monday 
Be careful what you speak 
That lil sermon that you preach will have you dead by Sunday 
Shit Won’t even take

you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause

complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections by all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan

in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not

Not even a symphony knows
Bet I'd be set if I settled by yelling out something
Like pimping these
But I'm not giving my soul
Just focus until it all

Remember was smoking them blunts by lake now we fly out the state look how far I done came
Them niggas played in my face they need me to be great so it's

by
You think I give a fuck with my sunglasses I be out of sight
Nigga you can't see me even if you wanted to
You are where I was I am where I said I