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sister my gran use to fight 2006
Back in grade 1
Look at me now making music for my mom
Only thing left is to make you proud
Know that I care
Know that I

Cali with a baddie passin’ cannabis
I’ll be in the valley somewhere out by where the mansions is
Heard about your album sorry that you had to cancel it

what I see
I’m in the middle of a forest I'm surrounded by the trees
I hear the chirping of the birds and the babble of the stream
Everything is as it

religion
Cause my beliefs is different
I have a Higher power
But I am not a Christian
I feel Christianity
Was used back in the days
By the white man to put

to gold
Burning all the lies that we've been sold
I'm just making music cause the truth must be told
All these rappers are just cappers
Knee slapping, toe

kosher interludes
Don't ridicule my piffs, y'all can't live with what my pen'll do
Wrote music into life, fucked the beat and gave it feelings too
Hits you

Bitches are the baddest, champagne out the chalice
Gotta flex a little, congratulate myself
Cause everything to do with music, did it by myself
I was

comer

Oh shit I'm bout to blow, I did it by my own, turn myself into a monsta making guapo like a boss

The party is about to turn, yall betta get my

music
My formation in souls
Of those that chose to use it
No misunderstandings, I hand it to your ear
I prepare this year to stay sharp like spears

to see if I Make some more
Never in doubt cause it's AB's flow
And they can't get enough on tour
I'm making it out move bros by the shore

Move them out

Destined for greatness and yall knew this
When i came with the vibes
It brings more pain than peace u gotta sever the ties
Through the music give you

Yea 

Huh 

I’m a baller by birth, 
You looking at a pro-athlete, 
Making money is my sport, 
Circumventing 12, i’m too savvy, 
Too tall to be not

on
I gotta blow
So you are history
Why I'm doing better by myself
It ain't no mystery
Really ain't no way
I'll ever fall
Destined for victory, ah
When I

thing
That he grabbed is the fact that he never had departed
Since 2009, the year when he started
But ever since then, he felt his heart hardened
By

this poppin'
Watch this
I be making money absent, residual income
All these haters laughin' can't even defend them
Can't follow someone else's path, It

Skipping Z’s, Making money trees
Shawty swallow all of my seeds, 
With all the prestige,
She trying be more than a nominee 
I need more than a 100 G’s, 
When

off
Is making music that doesn't appeal to the masses
The only way that I could get props
Am I discredited by my success
Or all these sexy women getting

get out the way
Is Life right here that will never be replaced

How about when I working from nine to five
Surrounded by evil bitches all my life
While

the chalk
T-T-Tired of these sheep I just kill em by the flock
Silence Speaks you just don't how to talk
Making all these moves cause we grinding for the spot

just gone
I'm making shit take off my last name is Armstrong
So many eyes coming my direction
Walk in the building like a nigga perfection
I cause

grandfather
That sure is music to their ears
Must think he was a beat cuz they constantly spit on em
That legend Fought to give me what I thought nobody

bitch (nah)
Now, they try to say that I have become selfish
And maybe that's true cause I did this by myself bitch
So many hours learning 'bout this music

to myself 
If you hating on me shows what you lack in yourself in music 
I'm the boss of myself certain records I kept on the shelf and kept going

until my frustrations amount to nil
I don't need an antidepressant
Music and justice is my cure
No fucking pill and you will pay the price for making me