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cyy, always moving with a bounce
Scaling baggies by the ounce
Table filled with large amounts
Hard to even keep count, yeah
Check the interior, nothing's

the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no

gon' love you like I do, nigga, when they didn't grow up around it
Got my first kick at 15, I'm really bout it
My brother got smacked by the rollers, I

And Stalin's sailing away, turning a blind eye

At the Yalta Conference in '45
The Big Three met up and tried to decide
Eastern Europe's fate without it getting

feel (what you feel)
This folks can't tell what is real and fake
blinded by money and bitches,
but non gat what it takes (but non gat what it takes

Being the seed of a deadbeat 
Who never would love her
But I picked myself up by my bootstraps
Mama had to raise me tough so I’d never lose track

the date n' time always contain two, three and nine"
Crucial mistake, that, adding that shit in!	Crucial mistake, that, adding that in!
It'll attract

on the weekend
I don’t talk to nobody
But you know I’ll be on my phone, baby
If you need me if you need me
I’ll be three feet deep
Under water, in the bathtub let

Introducing Hancho
All this rage and all this pain
Can't explain why you so mad
But it's my fault because I thought that you would love me
Through my

Copper-Field
Ain't no jackin' here, boy I keep that bopper
Guaranteed to stop Ya, or ya money back
Kiss'em, Blow'em, Shakem, Throw'em
In my pocket, moneys goin'

Bro X me out, so I don't really fuck with it
When you get stabbed in the back by the ones you love

Make you wanna fuck what's on the back
Just fuck

money back
Double back, then double that
Shit, I fell in love with rap
Showed up late, cause I get dressed slow
Showed I was great with a Midwest flow

the game 'cause
I wanted a challenge
You lookin' for tunnels
I've been climbing mountains
I'll go by myself fuck the
Ones that might doubt me
Don't need love

long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any

shooter bummy, he'll kill you for a pair of shoes
Four O's of Wock' by myself, I drunk a pair of twos
I'm gettin' money, I could fuck any bitch I want

two, one bullets gon hit you
Way too much blood clean it up up with a tissue
Ass so fat you could tell by the recoil
Count more shots to a opp like 3, 4

hard to
She told me shout it, I love
It, I want the D, d
So I shouted and gave her my little peepee
And when I'm cummin' I'm bussin' up on her 3D
She got

Uh
Uh
Yeah
Straight through
This hustle you could never knock it got it from my pops
This soul light love energy I got it from my mom
This divine

goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die

AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide

Uh yeah
It's J Dot Brwn
And it's time to give you
Give you that Real Raw and Uncut
See
Giftd2BDifferent stands for something
Don't judge me

Three

rookie rappers, show me were they hidin' at
This is somethin' serious, the money ain't the motivation
Lookin' at my resume, bitch I am the corporation
I

African and sound American
So now I’m back again
Two(to), I love acronyms 
DARKLIGHT, THUG LIFE!!!!
Three, I’s(eyes) a laxative when I shit on your rug
Ayt

(Doomsday Instrumental by MF Doom)

The first time somebody tries something new
It might not be great
But if you're there for them and
You say hey

TO LOVE HER LIKE A BEAT WHEN YOU ROLL THE SPILL
SEE IT SOUNDS DIFFERENT WHEN YOU GOT A GIFT
WHEN THE WORK CAME IN WE NEVER STEPPED ON IT
WE MADE MONEY OFF