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[Intro: Mystikal]
Shit, BOO!!, Boo
Uh-ooooh!!, hah, yeah, yeah
another album motherfucker heh, heh

[Chorus: Mystikal]
Here I am, somebody said that

(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with

to the beat move you feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go get em
Coach said "get em'; I told coach "got

album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are

Social SZN

Social Club Misfits

The Misadventures of Fern & Marty

2017

Social Season

I'm about to level up
Level up
I'm about to level up
Level up

Call me the one with the vibes
Swerving on I-95
Got my girl by

used to not fuck with me
But now my visions clear you see, y'all boys finna envy me
Nawl dawg dis dat envy yea the album, nigga hating on me 
But we

Know they told me Won don’t drop an album drop them back to back
Half of these ain’t even all that good its just the last two tracks
Can’t you make

Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only

wódę nie ukrywam ja też lubię
Ale to nie zwalnia Cię od tego byś miał wszystko w dupie
Tyle potencjału ile siedzi w twojej głowie
Wstawaj rób ten album

more karma hitchhiked from our last life to the backside of our mastermind
Too bad we blind, our Third Eye too calcified by fluoride to remember shit

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

if she want a new purse
Keep a small crew or the shit gon burst

This is vocal violation
Total penetration
Focal point distorted by rose glasses

don’t have
Working young at BK, greasy uniform and hat
Hustlin for low wages, making whoppers in the back
Take what my boss makes divide it by 5, cut that

of minds so controlled by feeling
I'm not feeling it today
I don't feel like doing this
I don't feel like doing that
How do you feel?
Bad? Why
Do you

really know, it's barely begun
Let's see where it go
I'm out for blood
I drink that shit by the mug
I been in a real bad place
I can't stand still or wait

What about one plus one
Jamais de fumer sans feu
Jt'au volant d'un album number on
Jamais de fumer sans beuh
J'arrete si j'le veux pis i stop if i

ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your

Put 2 in his legs
I’m on a pill that’s red
Feel like the one who choosen
By the way hoes been giving me head
...Damn near leaving me dead

Damn there

spins
Each song I write is a "fuck you" to the haters
And they ain't getting saved by no caped crusaders
I ain't one to fool with none of you bitches

know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go

Sex and drug usage is now the new movement
You ain't talking that then you ain't got a stack
Or an album to place on your wall in a plaque
That's a fact

is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted

Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain

Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't