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father figures
And that's the way that Wish got shot by Krayzie, it's karma niggas
I put you in garage mode, mobster, the shots fly
These niggas don't

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

If it's about some money, then count me in
Oh word up, you say the legends scoutin'?
I faked the toss, this a QB option
I had to get it, it was not

the crib
Mercenary in the stu, you don't even know who it is
How I be making these bangers?
Do it again and again
Imma just do what I do, cause I can't take

Tryna keep head up
Persistance is the only way to get up
So make a goal and stay on it
Ya see the trick is to get it
Ain't tricking if you got it!

Cash

wanna dance
You throw your advance
Now you just broke with no food on your plate
I'm keeping my stance
I'm not about xans
I'm more about stacking

the fucking albums out or I announce it, play it 
Please, I'll be counting my lucky fuckin stars I'm about to say it

Dip and bob ya head
Dip and bob ya head

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

I'ma let a drum off no rehearsing
You grow observant when you're from a Warzone where it's no Resurgence
And niggas never live by the words that they

stand by
If I never talk about yo ass then you a stand-by
I'm progressing with no other choice
You call it tall tales, man, I call it lifting every voice

Yeah, baby
It's the first of the first
And you know we get our money by the first of the month
So what about the first of the year?
I'm giving my all

version of myself
That wasn't phased by time
That could shade both in and outside the lines
Blow the dust off that page
Feel the rush on the stage, breathe

this

No court appearances I’m fearless 
Seen me  recently
Make your decisions
Because all I know I believe in me
Fuck what you talking about 
Cashing

different
Yet I still hope that you'll listen
Cuz the things they've said since olden days
Are the same things I bring to the page
I'm trying just to end

Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it?

that paper in my hand, imma go to laminate it  

Trying to reign in the present Tense 
So whatever you saying is Irrelevant 
Thought we was on same page

Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you

the third degree
About to murder beats with an urgency
So it's murder ink every time the pen move on a sheet
See and you don't want to be the reason
I'm

my way 
You fucked up the case, you sent detectives to my page 
Now i see how niggas play
How you say free ya lil brova, but fw the nigga snitched

did it for you
Holla back

Yo before we rapped about sound scan and radio play
All I needed was a mic a DJ and I was straight
Okay you do the beatbox

The great thing about a gift is that is has no expiry date
No strings attached or expectation of return
My emotions can only take form on this page

Cam Groves, Spizzy Spose
Wells, Maine, P Dank

I got rhymes, rhymes, rhymes for days
You can't find a page with a line of space
I got rhymes i got

would humbly pray or just act like the cash all you care about?
I know people with hearts like pharaoh, but I serve a God that can change those
But just

y'all be slipping
While I'm dripping
In my threads from the Gap
(Aye)
I'm just riding
Hey Lukey
Buddy boy
How are you?
Hey, your mom shared your new album