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them
They're all on the drugs so
They mumble when they speak (Ha ha ha)
And all your favorite rappers trash
And all y'all albums weak (Facts)
They're all

Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me

Yeah, this album is dedicated

to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see

strategizer

Peace PAC we still bangin' all your albums

I study martyrs

Street legends 

Great authors

Music legends

Fuck Elvis/ muddy waters

Fine artist

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

room with motherfucking tools,
If niggaz in the pen were pinocchio's,
Their nose will grow long way to Tokyo-oo,
I'm saved by the blood of Jesus,
AMEN!

for this jit, I rarely miss when I be opp huntin'
Them niggas talkin' all that shit in the studio, but never shot nothin'
I never ever dropped a album

They say that time flies
What you see
When you look into my eyes
Got my niggas and my bitch
Sitting right by my side
Got me feeling mile high

Dior Kleid in Beige
Baby, komm by me, wenn du nicht weißt, wer du bist
Deine Stimme wirkt bei mir so wie das Gift
Du kleine (Bitch)
Fahren weg in

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

other albums, plus
The merch, plus the shows
I ain't even tryna flex
Dog, just get the arena set
That way when I come to do my service
It's a set
Me up

qu’ils en savent
C’est les nerfs d’la guerre
Drive by dans leur mère ah ouais ah ouais
Pour une biatch
Toi ta oublié la miff
Tu dois des sous dans

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

Talking on em gram
And I would kill Nigga well just to have a dad
I go by milo hit a nigga in the back if that hoe is a pimp
Witness on that scene wanna see

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn

j'casse un tour pour finir l'album
J'te termine à coups d'penalty dans la tête
Autodidacte, cultivé sans école
Besoin d'un capteur pour ouvrir la brèche

Michelangelo
Sanno che siamo down by law
Sanno che ho la mafia in house come fossi Steve Angello
Gli han fatto l'orologio e mi pregano di ridarglielo
Scrivo

I've been thinking
Years have gone by and it's only the beginning
Time to clear the slate and leave it all here
Tryna be sincere and I did shed a tear

traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too

the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I

wybacz, lecz ja jestem prosem
Je
I nie pozwolę byś wzburzyła to spokojne morze
Luźne tracki to nagrywam cały dzień
(cały dzień)
Jak chcesz mnie spotkać w

umowa stała się faktem
Mieliśmy album wiec chuj z kontraktem
Z kompaktem Skandal
Gdzieś na domówce toczył się melanż
Przy jointach i wódce
Tak to już jest

you mustn't push
Took AKA to Hanover Park facetimed Benni
While we were lamming with oeg
Surrounded by ogs
A memorable moment that I never ever forgot
I

Next album drop, ill be pushing on the ceiling
People come in crowds just to hear me spitting
You know my name, i'm the hardest ever written

Get my gay