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mistreated, it's especially vile
This a new degree of profound
When I make another album, I be makin a sound
Like a new speaker, yeah, how it finna surround
How

to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

head your new mixtape and your album, shit was wack
Ain't nobody spending hard earned money on that!
I remember when they said that I paid for my views.

they jump out 
I don't know if I could go through it again by myself 
I already know that the way it 'gon end will be south
If I tried to show you how

at the mean but you're blinded by the Iris
Simile or imagery and when I get all mad I become villainy
I'm mad at the industry, what?
I'm more mad at myself than

I'll be fine (I lied)
"Chi you pose to tell niggas you poppin"
I am just by telling the truth in my rhymes
Thought I'd be popping when I moved to Cali
My

you want everything
After this album, I gotta put this rap shit on pause
I spent like 20k on these songs
From equipment to the beats to the studio time

made a breakup album
They're shitting on me, I haven't ate in days, like what the hells your problem
You feel entitled to some shit you don't deserve

was on 10 at 10 lil n**** I was on go
I had the racks in my denim you can tell by the way them bitches glow, Mr. Take Yo Hoe
I did not fear not one

It been a long time but your boy back at it
The streets waiting for it when they see me they be askin
"What's UP with the album" Promise you it's

how delayed it is
Try to give all my attention when I can and sometimes get frustrated
And then when the gears go a mile a minute
Try to calm myself by

Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She’s was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said

doing shit by myself
These bitches call me caliente, they say I'm fuego
Running up the money, they know I'm getting dinero

Bringing it back to the basics

a time I wanted to die with Lana Del Rey
But now I just wanna die with a mic in hand
Record more albums like I am grand
Release them just to see where I

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

draw y'all like playing cards
You don't want to be in that top pick
Y'all die when I say so
Read the album name we demonic
I write my life in that death

life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle

the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap

Rapping on a hype beat
With a mix of tropical, calling it Fiji
Made a whole album while I was relaxing
Other rappers get ghost writers
That got me laughing

foreigns we could ride
N I got time for you to spend 
Said I'll keep you by my side if you ride w me till the end 
Yeahh yeah yeah

Tell something you like

a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by

The morbid and uplifting
Separated by a thin line that moves according to your focus and intentions
It ain't all black and white
Matter fact life's mostly grey

the park but I'm not Derek Jeter
Snapping like Stark, getting close by the meter
All you do is bark with the hands of a tweeter
People keep talking I really

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
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