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lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's

ain't seen you in a minute
I would have shown you my album before
But now you can't get a preview 'til it's finished
I love seeing you in the flesh

about two albums of bangers that I have sat on
Shooting double Danny Granger I was too good now the stats gone
Tell them what I'm on they think I'm lying

provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these

stopped by a crowd
Whoever's feeling royal is getting shot in the crown
If you wondered if I'd stop
You got a better chance at finding a new job
If you grew

by Shakespeare, then Socrates with Dante Alighieri fifth
Bout to learn Latin and start rapping in it
Move to Athens on some Italian shit
These aren’t

that was me
And when I was there I didn't think the world wanted me having dreams
I tried to sleep
I locked the door
To lie at peace
But I was seen
By

making all these songs before the fame
I take it serious, it's not a game
Put my album cover right in a frame
Just so they all know Zeyro's my name
I've

Well, we're here
This is it, this is the third album
This is East of Eden, welcome to the show ladies and gentlemen
It's really been a wild ride

again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib

And now I'm critically acclaimed by the clinically insane
Y'all can have rap back when I'm done finished with the game
But the ball's in my court and I

valiums,
Drinkin’ milk to get some calcium,
Wrote another  couple other albums,
Smokin’ weed till I leave up on a falcon. 

Everybody think about it. “What?

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

nikal by God
Ab mujhe na hai chaska
Hath mein jod liye
Ye piyar viyar na hai mere bass ka
Mere baad bhi hain aashiq hazaar tere
Jinke pass bunglow car

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

do what I can and still do what I can't
You've been doing comedy you know that I can't stand
And if that flew by your head then let me give you a hand

a dart (huh)
Bulleye fiend movin' weight
With a song
(Leg)
Name say it all
Give it some (yeah)
Cursed by the worse
Speakin' wrong with the tongue (huh)

Critics call my beats hot, and this album gold
In this new world, creativity reigns
Fuck the old guard, we're breaking chains
Every lawsuit thrown, is just

Or do i got to go kill myself
I bet you'l see the rise in my music fame when the album sells
God i plead with you please
I need you right now if you can

turned out by half the squad
If they ain't hit that's their loss
I'm not upset I'm pissed off
Tell 'em drink bleach and kick rocks
These scene kids think

amusing
The way they sleepin' on me
I might name my next album Snoozin'
Was really chillin' but my exes tried to paint me the villain
Was really fightin'

dads
Even the ones living the full family dream
Cause I was grateful for what we had
Roof on our heads and shoes by our beds
I'm worried about all our

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me

I’m adjusting to this fast life
I’ll figure it out by myself I don’t need your advice
It’s complicated but I have to give this life a visit
I’m