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they bluffing
I was passing assisting but now im slam dunkin
Not talking no oven put one in your stomach
Theyll probably call twelve they're cheaper by

planéte vás ešte budem dlho strašiť
Ak napíšete, že chcete album, skúsim vydať ďalší
Pre vnútrobloky a lavičky, felície a A8-čky
Podniky, v ktorých dodnes

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

the streets are patrolled
By remote-control creepy Gorillas
I be dressing like I'm Ichi the Killer
I chase Scallywags like a pimp from Compton
With a hoodie

and get shelfed
That's why I'm indie
I do all this shit all by myself
I never needed no help before I go for you
You better go for yourself
Fourty make him

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

I lost my first record deal in ten months
Blinded by the light from
Let's run to redrum
Now I see it twenty twenty
Like Dateline, you can't rush in

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

Coming up in the game
Ain't never be the same
Fuck a album, drop the tape
Now they know your name
Ain't no need to sign a deal
Just to get the fame

goddamn
Homie check the style
I got this album coming out soon
October 21st be the first to rip the verse
I never spit this curse
But I curse, on a verse,

Rucka Rucka please go drown and shut up
Every Google image looking like
You taking dick up
I've sold more than all your albums
All with just an EP

in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these

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

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

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

though I fell in love with grinding, I let go of the thought thinking that someone will sign me, I'll probably have it figured by the time that they find

some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly

strategizer

Peace PAC we still bangin' all your albums

I study martyrs

Street legends 

Great authors

Music legends

Fuck Elvis/ muddy waters

Fine artist

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

let bygone be bygone
But a all a we money you use to by gun
Uhnuh get the planes and from the war guns
Promise we plenty but we nuh get none
Flinging

long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any