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Yeah
There really weren't no church in the wild
So, I chose to do this shit religiously
And last year we dropped the album of the year
And it was

Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees

I got hating niggas that

take a shot are you gonna chase it
In a crowded room I see no faces
Only by yourself I see you facing me
Only for the night you find your space in me

kontrakty wzięło by do japy
Ja w tej grze przeszedłem wszystkie etapy
Od podziemia kurwa sztywno do podwójnych platyn

Samo wystarczalny hajsy ciągle krążą

Salgo su un paio di

Włoska modelka w Milanie
Na dachu chce ze mną zajarać gibona
Najpierw potwierdza to na instagramie
Że to popularna persona

Chce by

Inside my drawer, there was an old photo album with myself all tanned up.
Pulling an all nighter, saying ”going to bed is a waste of time”
At no

And yeah of course I know what you think
Well you're right 'cause I'm on the brink
I'm buried here inside this place
All by friends that lie to your

I was told by all my teachers I have instability. I move alone and in silence because I live in this city
I'm pretty antisocial, not much life in my

to dám

Navždy jsem G, se mnou boys, nejdu sám
Ušel jsem kus cesty, vyprahlej jsem, savana
Rok v mých botách bys nedal, ne-li dva
Dávám tomu dva roky

a bitch
Blinded by the mission
Been a menace
I admit it
A demon of pretension
When I'm prayin on retention
Catch a bitch lackin I been on a roll (kick it)
I

be steppin' in, Porsches I be ridin' in
So take your damn vitamins, My album cover's violent and I'm never takin' Vicodin
But it feels pretty nice

just want to get into that club to shake her bottom
She think if she drink this liquor then it's gon' dissolve 'em
When she grabbed me by my neck, I

gohan
by himself
without dad
tryna fight cell
is it bm or ysl
is it bm or rockafella
i can spin him of the beat wid my accapella
sip a cold copella wid

me through
This spell outta hell hits me like a flu
Screw you
Screw you

I rather would die than meet you by two
Your spell outta hell hits me like

of an army broken
In the words of a spell unspoken
My defender of kings, we bow
And follow by your side

Masters of Rock
Sing for me

In the valley

album on Adderall, fuck it though
Nowadays I need a dose of reality
Couple grams of life and a few lines of family
My mom told me this is like some

when I'm chasing the lights
I said what I said I don't ever feel right
I lay up in bed with my demons they bite

I been in my room I been making an album

Hey songwriter, where have you been
I haven't heard from you in a long time my friend
That first album you dropped got me through a lot
I played it

voluntary, nor one that you can show
A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

Everything you've been's grown toxic, disguised by

at least. I ain't treat em the way Too $hort told
Back when album number 10 was slapping out East O
And I was riding with my pops everyday in section 8

young whipper snapper
Delivering the messages like a broadcaster
Always looking dapper this is long awaited
Album mode only rated activated
Sometimes I'm

ride
But I won't lie, sometimes life felt like a drive-by
Still that same kid you met, spittin' sci-fi
I was thirteen makin' beats in Gatlinburgs Five

nemohol rapovať bárjaký lokaj o streete
Vagabundi by ti zlomili tvár, to zvyklo tu byť každý víkend
Fighty v uliciach, na diskotékach, tam sa dá vravieť o

This album is dedicated to L.A
And everybody who helped me get home
Every step of the way
Uh, yeah

I was homeless walking Century off an ounce