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the guillotines blade
It's official, cut it off, it's officially tossed
Resurrected from the ground, get inspected, the sound
You can check the record pressing by

released his nudes 
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face 
There are no mountains in space 

Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid

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

not fuck with these niggas
This niggas be bitches I swear to god they be bleeding
I dropped an album I'm the hood hero
I really gave q sum to believe in

didn’t exist
Im Corleone finding  Fredo as the traitor
I mean we family, gotta live and die by this shit
I don’t ever get the credit that I truly deserve,

fuckin' hoes all fiends
This album gon' go hard praying platinum in this bitch, your bitch a whole ass whale Lookin' like moby dick, huh (Bitch)
Lets go,

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

of my life passing by with no rhyme or reason behind why I don't try
But if I'm gonna be the best dead or alive then I'll find out a way to escape

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

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by

mines
I refused to be broken
Once upon a time a crazy kid
Now nothing left to lose
Registered for nursing school
& started playing by the rules
No more

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

stressing. 
Got recollections of paying dues just by being reckless.
You need a savor do think they about to save ya
You want it you gotta take it or else

Yo I was raised by a savage Imma goer honey 
I'm about the bag (That's a fact) it's for sure honey 
I just had to cut off all these hoes and the I re

proud
I made it my mission
I gotta not start with the gimmicks
Most of this new stuff ridiculous
I guess I gotta go out and fix it
When I drop this album

the only source keeping the fucking family straight
Didn't had much, so uncle had to help
No father figure, had to figure out shit by myself
Ain't writing

albums
Manifest the game - Thank you, if Im welcome
When I stack my lil change 
It be change for the better
I ain't ever went up out my lane in your

Net hier in die ses
Even if I am self-proclaimed
I believe in manifestation
This is the single to my album
It's a lil' dedication
Something like late

That was that
No big fight, no thrilla in manilla
Some average Joes getting smoked by a killa
A real GOAT showing y'all the ropes
Used to clown Twitter

The range in hip hop is crazy 
Really gets to me lately 
They Lil Yatchy 
I'm lil shotty by how you gauge it
Damn 
Same story 
I just flip through

Gotta get my shots off
Dunkin, get my hops off
No rest, I can't nod off
Cookin up like hot sauce
Album gonna drop drop
Workin just for God God
And I