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There's snow in the air but it all looks like glitter
cnd the blanket that covers the ground makes me shiver
But I'm cosy and warm in the cold

the summer sun?

I'm going back to mobile to fulfill my roots
Tried my luck in LA but everyone's full up with coke and extacy
Those boys down south need my

You want tell me say person wey build two houses for Sango 
Relocate pack all his family's go Togo



Na them be our leaders 
Na them we they follow 
No

all the talking get us anyway
Because talk of the Devil and that motherfucker still appears on your shoulder

They say a problem shared is a problem

the language that I'm dipped in
Trying to keep the stick from trying to stick out
Understand what this shit bout
Understand we going to rise against the odds

all she'd known since she was about a teen
She went away from home saying it was about the dream
Got caught up in her relationship with that molly

by my side dem 
And if a c*nt was abrupt then we would fight dem

Into our brotherhood protect and revive them 
And tell them fuck any cunt that don't

Lord I want to say thank you
For this day
Thank you for this opportunity
Please forgive me for what I'm about to do to this beat
Now that I said

that's why I stay so far up here
Tending to the lights and the paths of the old prosperous ones
Its where they tell me I'm needed

The crawling colors

want to Grow apart
The drugs are drowning you I’m looking down on you from Noah’s ark
Surrounded by a work of art I went to work to make a work of art
My

build my bridge,
(like that)

Brick by brick
My empire might flip, get cash

Overnight don't trip
Check stats

Wasn't quick
Shit I spent 6 racks
(No cap)

I need more
I need more
100 bills
100 more
I need more
Run the score
I need more
I need More

No need to tell em i got it
Im runnin get paid by

drapes up by the scruff of your neck
And start learning how to scuff
Think you're all tough
Shit hits the fan, man reach

I'm cold and hot like

thinking bout a lick
I'm coming for the money, I ain't worried about a bitch
But tell that fuck nigga it stay tucked by the hip
Goddamn

Man, damn, damn, god

brand new album
To Whom It May Concern
Yeah
Critics say I'm doing way too much
To be real I feel that I don't do enough
Shout out to my small fanbase they

want a pic turn on yo flash
I be smoove cause I'm det nigga want a pic turn on yo flash baby
I be ducced off getting high all by myself
Stop da beat I

to put into practise
My paper
Tell me now wasting time not doing something I'm doing
You don't need to know
Where is home the pressure of the stuff above

I don't give a fuck cause I'ma make a grand
And I sing but I'm not in a band
Hop on sick tracks with Sam
Tell that boy spin back, is that really your

Baby wanna be a baller, baby wanna be a star
Baby wanna be a shot caller, baby wanna do it all
Baby wanna girl that listens, Baby don't follow

reserve your spot
Don't needa think about
All that clout shit
Gonna stress me out
And that's not my only rout (Woo)
You know I prepared for the worst
Not

no cap
Ya boys lookin' edgy prick 'em like a fuckin thumb tack
Finna be a banger, thats a cut, yeah, real rap

Started from my house, I keep some

a Jag ye yo swag nice
Money up balling got a bentley boy you bad huh
Look how yo stats coming
You opened up a local business that bitch shutdown
You

the sun comes up tomorrow
I'm working, you're having fun
Not too devious, but that's me
Spontaneous if you ask me
But then again, I'm blending in.

a Rollie, matchin' one for Joely

Her ass fatter than all these hoes, I tell em buenos noches
My neck is freezin' well below it turned into a cold case
Every