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afraid I was next 
Like I might take the starting position
Tom Brady and Drew Bled
Ah
Yeah I could steal all the shine
Sit on a curve and hit a home run in

Or mutter out fuck it and duck under covers
Perhaps by the end I'll be jammin' like Smucker's
Deranged mother fucker who doesn't know one from the other
Til

out cause she holding my baby
I pop a perk
And that shit get me wavy
Goat at this shit
Bitch I feel like tom brady
If you ain't know
I'm jones
I take

need more than one (chosen)
More than one, one, one, one
Ready?

Yeah
Hit up Kaddy
Hit the beat
All you rappers, take a seat
Shawty, let me be

me I seen you by the corner you had a straw hat
And dressed like Tom Sawyer now I'm bout to call the police so they can
Haul ya down to the station

You hit the blunt twice, told me you feel that
I jumped on a mic, you told me you feel that
Da song mood hype, i still hit you wit real rap
Deals sealed

and Monster Energy
When is he gonna get a
Life outside of watching hen-ety
(Hentai) The same thing
Created by degenerates in Beijing
They think 8-year-olds

you count your coins im gonna count these blessings
Like we aint even be keepin score by giving trophy efforts
Like did it hurt when you fell from

rappers!
When they see that cold-guy
Roll by, they like, "Oh my!"
"Prof, when the album drop? "
Tell 'em to hold tight
Eh, don't you know I got the studio

Sit back with me, (praying that today will make things right)
While we reflect our dreams

Look, came from the land of the south the west side

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

you the truth
10 years before you got an almost hit
I'm two years in already on one of those seats
Dealing with brands making corporate money
We talk

from doin music til Air jr hit me and said Tree (Tree)
Come to the music lab cook and smoke weed wit Coota B (uh)
and my patna Sheff this dope producer

isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much

TomES take it to the end homes

Detached from all the people I see
Detached from the human inside of me
Detached, or wouldn't you not agree I am detached

It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in

and shit
You can't go in Gucci

Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that

the silver plate or should I cop the yellow
Shout-out cnti-Flag I did a song with Tom Morello
Take a trip to Mars I can hit up Steve ciello
Hit up Jared Leto

talcum
Got your exes crossed across me like an X in the middle like I'm Malcolm
While I lay another hit down put another track on the album
Ontongeras too

male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome

everybody dies
This is hip-hop you know what time it is
Kaligraph Jones you need to hit me up
Before I turn this shit into a hit me up
Zed rappers wack I

a Drive by while we riding an accord
Jump all these niggahs get some shit we can't afford
Take his shoes too I see rocking Tom fords
Chasing on this paper

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry