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admire
Long as I'm bowing to the Lord, know that He gon' take me higher
And I ain't quitting til this album going platinum
And I'm sitting with Ellen

or an album
How 'bout both instead
And man, I feel like Carti
Pull up on him, see whole lotta red
Preach up on they corpses
That lil' Ted Talk run and dip

your greed?
Maybe I’m sick of this shit, maybe I’m quitting this shit
Maybe after a year making the album, I was never pleased
But me being good in your

that do believe in luck
God by my side, and I still keep my glock (Glock)
Eyes on the price and I put them on lock
Yo! (Aye!)
Hold! (Aye!)
I don't fear

gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you

my boys with me
We on the up and up
This album gonna put us on the map
Say what's up to the top
I slept on the streets
And I starved
But with this

so let me switch gears

By the age of ten I wanted to pretend
I could tour around the world in our family minivan
By eleven, now my bedtime wasn’t

man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if

not talking bout pogo
I think I might be in love with the (cocoa cocoa)
I think I might be in love with the cocoa
I'm smoking gas you can tell by

that's full of burn holes
Tryna flip it to an album that'll turn gold
And then eventually plat
Remember back in school they were never mentioning that

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

niggas gonna get your proof
Every day I listen to the greats
All the albums and the mixtapes
Takin itty-bitty pieces tryna add em to myself
Till the time

watching my back
Blood on the whip clutching a strap
Try it and walk up and see if it's cap
Ain't know you before the album you ain't getting dap.

Finna

surrounded by doubt
Got a beast inside a cage and he wants to get out, yeah
Lit and Comp'll get it, I know
Razzle Dazzle on my flow
Time is ticking till I blow

Months go by I log back on and still you have accomplished nothing
Acting like you still the shit but you ain't even in discussion
Give y'all a lesson

and feeling discouraged
Numbers are going stagnant
I fear that I may not flourish
12 am, the album dropped
As I listened I start to hear
The shit he saying now

Album been done two years
Ain't put it out yet
Another mix tape
Another mistake
Another fifth grade attempt
To get rich
From a birdbrain CEO 
Who don't

The L.A.B album drops
I won't promote by doing in stores
I'm out at night on the highway painting over your billboards
So what I'm a glory hound cause I tore

now, I'm in this room alone and I cannot get out
How could I love myself ever again?
Only saved by this pen, always kill myself rapping of back thens
I

and your fight or flight is triggered
The only difference is we're not cavemen anymore being chased by a saber-toothed tiger
So deep breathing, it convinces

with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

these bitches be tripping on me
Used to be they idol saw success and now they switching on me
Brainwashed by amature look at them minions flipping
Bars

care
Because one day there'll be people bumpin T0ny everywhere
Yuh

My first album was the dip of my foot in the water that's considered rap
Now that

Slauson boy number 2 is my favorite album
Status symbol came on and I started rapping
Turn the speakers up loud and let's get it active
Baby girl riding