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to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

draw y'all like playing cards
You don't want to be in that top pick
Y'all die when I say so
Read the album name we demonic
I write my life in that death

load up
Let us get this bread or double cheddar from these cold cuts
Off these albums cuz the best you got, just don't hold up
So hold up, the boy been

mind
An archaeologist, dusting off ancient relics
Lyrical gems, taken from ancient tombs
Rhymes killed in the womb
By these capitalist baboons
Destroying

I was made for this I swear it
My veins are filled with all this musical talent
Or maybe I'm just infected by desire
To step on the ladder climb

I’m adjusting to this fast life
I’ll figure it out by myself I don’t need your advice
It’s complicated but I have to give this life a visit
I’m

Rapping on a hype beat
With a mix of tropical, calling it Fiji
Made a whole album while I was relaxing
Other rappers get ghost writers
That got me laughing

a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by

amusing
The way they sleepin' on me
I might name my next album Snoozin'
Was really chillin' but my exes tried to paint me the villain
Was really fightin'

Ty
Widzisz tego typka tu
To lepiej wznieś toast
By nie wpadła mu płytka w mózg
Płytka w mózg
Je je je
Hej
Ty
Widzisz tego typka tu
To lepiej wznieś

Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough

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

life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle

how they think they can kill at will
Ain't the one to bow or lay down
I'm bout to spill the real
Still drop these albums without a deal
No material get

think they can kill at will
Ain't the one to bow or lay down
I'm bout to spill the real
Still drop these albums without a deal
No material get this money

Hardest out bitch outta Baltimore
Yeah I be dat
And I ain't get on top
By giving top and burning kneecaps
I be burnin' trees back
Better call the bear

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

I'm so happy, couple seconds later, stressin' 
And I'm begging you, please, don't get involved 
Like the song on my album, the message ain't gettin' old

ešte nedal zbohom
Z nova začíname po-novom

Chcel by som pozdraviť šeckych mo-jich ľudí
20 rokov v rape stále ma to ne-nudí
Život, srdce, rými a nadupané

the park but I'm not Derek Jeter
Snapping like Stark, getting close by the meter
All you do is bark with the hands of a tweeter
People keep talking I really

I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im  by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell

all the way back in 2023 
Saved it for my album cause I know a fucking masterpiece 
Made a plan, took a while but I did it all lonely
Must've opened my

on the stage anytime that I want
Bet im on the stage performin
This within a month
When my album drop
Get the people stuck
Cuz they know that I got it
Y'all

a scrimmage 
I dropped the album got right back to work cause I ain't finished 
So f*** the intermission, keep the break I'm well replenished 
They playin'