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They tellin me Tynan go get it the dream is we winnin
We see what that pen is the weight on my shoulders
I've more than accepted so add on the torch

ngam' askiyi Pap and Vleis boss
You wanna be Ray Charles
To the fact that I still managed
To make niggas with no albums
With descent amount of cake dawg

Peters
Where the black suburbs at, huh
I've never seen 'em
Only living by my bond and a gat
The fuck is leisure
Dodging felonies and Siamese rats
I up

"Can you get me breakfast?
Oh and John's here too, you remember John?
He's the one I was sleeping with while you were gone?
He's hungry too, so if you

them take just couple of days
Also that each of my pieces can last but so long
So I'm packing it all in a phrase
Writing this album got me in a craze

Like the first John, always mad drunk crazy shit
Pass months after I was born, moms ain't know what she was playing with
My eyes look to be grey so

 George Floyd with the beard
And the dreadlocks
Forget the dreads, just locks,  don't stop
I'm Eric Garner, John Crawford
Michael Brown,  Ezell Ford,  Dante

previous tape, first album still rhyming this- truth
Be forewarned, this ain't your song if you love to dance
You a fool if you ignoring this
It's important

Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't

What is you reppin ' boy?
Where is your weapon boy?
You've been disrespecting since adolescence, pubescent boy
I feel your aggression, you get upset

his reasons
And I know my time gon come
I done went by a hundred seasons
Niggas filled with hate and I can't relate
Not sorry I've been dreaming
But I'm

You weren't ready for me to step on stage
It's okay - but it's too late for you to stop me
So be very afraid - I get carried away
By the Snare

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

inside your mind, the time is up, and die by the bomb
I'm only a human being, but I choose to be bigger
and target everyone who would've called my father

Yeah 
and I go by the name
This some TMFA initiative Ladies and Gentlemen
introducing

I'm something like
John the baptist to these rap saviours

Nostra flow, I'm John Gotti (Gotti)
I've been on a roll, you can't stop me (Can't)
Use my mind, soul and my body (Body)
Rich in spirit, so you can't rob me

Oh, boo-hoo. Let me play a sad song for you on the world's smallest violin
That's a serious violin
I've been coming down for a long time
Just let me

yourself before I end your little career
This beat will hit you hard I'm just telling the truth
Try to catch it like a bullet but you can't it's John Booth

"Ahahahahahahahaha..."
Yeah
Mmmmm-hm
Mmmmm-hm-hm
"Bro, you've made my morning, thank you!"
One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
One-two, one-two,

of the fall
Made it to 21, happy I’m alive at all
Debuted my first album, best ten of my songs
Then that year, came COVID, kept us in our homes and
The evil

take backseat
I've lost out; left birds on the sofa
Front door open catching Z's
Some get vexed, take that heat
Say how I act that's blatant cheek
Some

Maybe I'll just pick 'em off
One by one
Then I'm dipping like a pick six I'm gone
Plus I got the heat
I've been cooking all spring to fall
Guessing how it

face
Ounces in your blunt gun hanging by your waistband
Who you in a war with who got you in a haste
Now you caught a case praying that the judge can see

feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,