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babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by

didn’t exist
Im Corleone finding  Fredo as the traitor
I mean we family, gotta live and die by this shit
I don’t ever get the credit that I truly deserve,

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

proud
I made it my mission
I gotta not start with the gimmicks
Most of this new stuff ridiculous
I guess I gotta go out and fix it
When I drop this album

not fuck with these niggas
This niggas be bitches I swear to god they be bleeding
I dropped an album I'm the hood hero
I really gave q sum to believe in

mines
I refused to be broken
Once upon a time a crazy kid
Now nothing left to lose
Registered for nursing school
& started playing by the rules
No more

That was that
No big fight, no thrilla in manilla
Some average Joes getting smoked by a killa
A real GOAT showing y'all the ropes
Used to clown Twitter

Yo I was raised by a savage Imma goer honey 
I'm about the bag (That's a fact) it's for sure honey 
I just had to cut off all these hoes and the I re

released his nudes 
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face 
There are no mountains in space 

Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid

proud
My friends all want my album out, but I swear I need some help
They don't know how hard it is to do this shit all by myself
I really just need more

a limp
I'm on my pimp
Copo conductor
On the train
Tryna get rich
They flapping their lips
I give em a Kiss
30 by 30's
That's on the list
The Glass ceiling

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

fuckin' hoes all fiends
This album gon' go hard praying platinum in this bitch, your bitch a whole ass whale Lookin' like moby dick, huh (Bitch)
Lets go,

by
Invite her in, with our family
Cause once I realize now, that could be my mother
If one time, unfortunate events took our families out combined
She

sight
I'm hardly thinking of me
I guess I'll wait and, I'll see
Kiss me and say you understand
That's the place to be
I hate that you fucking love me by

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

albums
Manifest the game - Thank you, if Im welcome
When I stack my lil change 
It be change for the better
I ain't ever went up out my lane in your

up, 
Next to Jordan’s name.
Y’all I had six albums that I made first,
Born to this world a sinner, 
Doing Satan’s slave work, I had to make a change.

Ya & fuck it if I miss the bar by a mile
Man i'm just speaking my mind

the only source keeping the fucking family straight
Didn't had much, so uncle had to help
No father figure, had to figure out shit by myself
Ain't writing

Net hier in die ses
Even if I am self-proclaimed
I believe in manifestation
This is the single to my album
It's a lil' dedication
Something like late

And make a product that succeeds
But the art value is gone immediately
And it's like to check your intentions
Going into the album
And bring what you learnt

that 
Different now 
By the way I move 
Money power 
I will not lose 
Times change 
When it's time to grow 
Sending shots 
I'll chanllege those 
Much