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on the prowl, I know my moms proud
Albums with no curses just so she could sing my songs loud
Still put em on em CDs so y'all blast it in the cars now, driving

say BAMN it’s by any means necessary
Ya Black panther path legendary
Now it’s good to have that black card status
Means you’re living life kinda lavish

Damn I look good in Timbs 
But I’m saving up that dough 
So I can make em pop that dance  

Ima take it up by Ten
I’m an immigrant I’m Alien 
People

to like my previous
Erm album from the trap to the world
You kinda hear like the transition that I’m tryna make
From the streets to the music
And this one

me 
I keep on losing my mind and I I keep on fighting myself oh
No day dey go by wey I no dey tell you 
Say na you wey I love 
Make you no dey worry

not a rabbit
Gotta a lot of tricks
Up in my hat
Might be a rabbit
I am a musician
No magician
Still got magic
All my music
Hard it's staying up it's

proves a point to my bitch
She suck dick like a queen and hold onto my spliff
I'm too cold, get you knocked off with an ice pick
And that ain't even

Is this the intro
Oh it's mid-album
Well I would like welcome you to the Last Chance Stu
You know the album so nice, that we had to uh
That we had

live this way for me
I need it for y'all
Put a Bean in my drawls
I Call my grandmother by her middle name cause she a queen to us all
Shout out to Gussie

We just one in the same
Never tamed by life daydreaming again
Lost is cold nights no stranger to change
I guess these Ot babies just changing the game

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

Are you ever just like
In a mood where you just dance and sing by yourself
With no one watching
Don’t lie, everyone does it
It’s fun isn’t it
Yeah
I

Crap!
I know this is a cover album, but ballads already? 
By the power INFESTED in me, I declare
It's Showtime!

Hey, folks! Begging your pardon
'Scuse

Hey
Thank y'all for joining me today, on this beautiful journey
What's this album called again
It's like "Die Alone", some shit

Shit been hella

ain't friends when the hands will swing
Snatch your queen by the weave and leave the scene before the fat bitch sing
You mad because your girl calls me

that I hold in my head[00:23.61]Hold my soul till I'm old and I'm dead[00:25.20]Magic, I have it, it don't even matter[00:26.75]Glad I don't lack it,

know if you play cards at my table
And who be dealin them
At this point I'm makin magic to last
Be everlasting
They speak about a treacherous path
Like

She had flames in her hair
Magic on her wrist
Cigarette smoke
Curled from her lips

It was dark in the desert
We met by the fire
Voice of an angel

madness?
Is it madness?
Is it madness?
Or is it madness?

Ripping every track that I'm rapping 
Like greatness is what we demanding 
But I never abide by no

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

Bitches ain't up on this status
I got the magic like I was claddin
Moving dem bricks, dem ki's, dem grams and ounces 
Just to go get a new Patek

I know

rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my

on and never ask why I'm burnt out like every star I wished upon
The glory days are gone
Seany Dice is the reason why I'm alive no one know the story written by

with that overexaggerated run (huh?)
These niggas drop they albums, might shoot 'em a text
It's just me, you know, congratulatin' my son
I'm showtime,