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Yea I'm vibing to beats
I'm smoking the beats
I'm blowing em down
Its all by the pound
I'm High on a beam
I'm packing the weed
I'm Rolling more

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,

He always walks the crowded halls
And is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low
And never shows her eyes
He always walks

up
Then i re-up
Drinking water
Pass me the juice
In album mode I turn to a recluse
Bein in the booth just gives me a boost
Waking up it's just another

Chicks der Haltungsklasse zwei
Bin nicht mehr arm, doch trag unterm Nadelanzug Blei
Mein Album brachte Hype, doch die Pisser stressen immer noch
Ich weiß

pojawił się tu znikąd
Naturalnie leczy dycha na membranie
Zbieram dźwięki na swój album który w pamięci zostanie
Leci chillout chillout więc panowie i panie

and I get em
Writing new verse and I kill em
Killing the hate in the building

I make em' panic
Hide in this shit by myself
I don't do well with

dedication to you in the album panel
I meant that too
And in this moment, I want you to understand that you mean more than something special to me
I more than

Fourteen years after 
And I still feel ten
But fourteen years later
The albums a ten
I'm doing my best
Cyclical
Cyclical
Cyclical
Cyclical
Fourteen years

through by surprise, years later 
Still copped some rounds for The guys...

In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You

into falling into falling into
Mothafucking place now
Y'all in rented space now
Every bad gown target rappers
turning tracks to takedowns
I was by

tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost

By his stripes I'm

your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday

Iy Yi Yi

Bobbi Bosselina

Skin Deep

1999

niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar

Spittin'

album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)

A'int shit changed but the loot

and I was most happy
When I lived down in Shadewell with his Nunny and his Pappy
Our passion was music and we made a couple albums
Probably wouldn't do

Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

logic
Not understanding points from my view could be toxic
Think Freeze lost it?
Stop it!
Asking where's the album? EP? Mixtape?
Drop it!
Seem like

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

Vad har du gjort mer än va packad?
Du är för dum för min kärlek, jag borde fattat
Ingen rappar som jag rappat
När jag släpper mitt album, det

his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns

łudzi tam często też krzyczy
Goryczy nie chcemy zawiści nie chcemy
Nie po to tu żyję by robić problemy
Słów potrzebujemy rozmowy tak samo
Więc wypełniam

I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it