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fools that I used to see.
No more clues that I had to deal with,
And good news:
I dropped an album that made me whole,
And it just was cool,
But little

niggas on they shit
That's my shit, I'm a killer, fuck silence
Being humble is boring, I'm choosing my craft first
Stream the album, just finished the last

skladieb o nás by som kľudne mohol spraviť album
Nemám čas strácať čas, teraz si na ťahu ty
Svet stráca farbu, Chrome Hearts, povrch srdca antikórový

givin' myself handies watchin'
While these guys that are over here have bras flyin' and panties droppin'
In mansions at parties by the pool with big

Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with

chance I advance. Even if I'm stuck, I'm sticking to the plan
Sticking to the script, That I wrote. Some years ago 
I just live by the code. That's all

Ye ye aha yo yo yo
Ja i moi ludzie podobny życiowy groove
W sumie to na luzie rozumiemy się bez słów
By zdobywać respekt nie potrzebujemy spluw
Wiedz

shit
You gotta grind harder if u ever plan to be rich
And it sucks cause life can be a bitch
That’s when it when back flashes
Surround by weed ashes

until the album drop
So just stay tuned
You best believe I'm gon stack this green till it blue
Hate how everyone watching how I move
Stacking up my views

percent of your advance when you scored a deal
You been hustling way too long to think that deal was non tax
You owe 5 albums so don't complain you still in

I’m off and running like the chase is on (On)
Make an album faster than they make a song (Song)
Got so many hits it’s like I’m playing Pong (I ping)
All

remix
I do this
New shit
Had to call my potnas
Tell em pull they Hero out
Told em - get em
Yeah I got a album
& I need a sound
That I'm lookin fo
Wit

in what’s damned to bleed
I ain’t got no metaphors
I ain’t got entendres
I just got a lot of problems
Won’t you settle for
Like an album of me popping

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

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

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

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