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yo' lil ass couldn't try on, uh
But we can let bygones be bygones
Or keep beefin', but yo' ass is gonna say goodbye son
Please don't make a threat that

Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Is you really mad you don't get the same attention you did before album mode?
Sweetheart, you ain't top three
Its Jesus, then

together and I'm back rappin better then ever
Lil fame lil money dat make these niggas hot
Back in the day I woulda tossed yo album like I'm skippin rock

job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But

to church
I got sins I need to remove
So what it's cool
Album,
It's coming soon
Move back
I need some room
I ain't had no space to breathe
Know my fam depend

hate but you'll never get far
Rockstar, Diamonds dancing making sight hard
Lil bitch dont you ever try to play me
Six bitches slamming 30 shit gravy

Finished my first album but had to scrap it
This a true story
Ain't finna do none of that capping
Iono you like that
We ain't cool
Don't dap me
No

Big double M long live Dave, long live  Glock, big double M
I'm on the block with the switch on me I pop me a perc that's ya big Jolie
Try to rob me,

a mansion on the hills with a Drac' by the gate, bruh
I send my addy 'cause, baby, I got guns at my place, girl (huh)
Brand-new foreign but a nigga need

fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck)

Dead niggas by the truck we don't give a fuck
Little niggas getting buck, we don't give

the same now
Same values and morals but much more mature now
To be hanging with you fuck niggas
Never switch on who came up witcha
Lil bit of juice mixed

own anus
Reapa bound, every song, every track
Killamanjaro, you get hit with this MAC
I be sippin' apple juice, they smokin' on crack
Album coming soon,

I fought by myself I had nobody around when I was fallin' deep into dat pool pit
I stood on ten up it at you Nd yo mans nii they runnin' when I let

probably hit that nigga up
And cop a new t shirt
I been thinking how it's going
 Man this shit might work
It aint even been a year 
But i done made a lil

up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year

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

bitches boolin by the pool and hella top shotters got 'em tuning
Oh my god let me slow down, I'm really zooming
Let me go Chevy Spark on this motherfucker

to make up so you purchased my album
Fuck how I feel cause you wanted this outcome

Spill all your feelings that shit hit the floor
Cry all your tears I

it in, plug hit me for the low
I be in Mexico smoking Dro
Shoutout to the plugg, you already know
We be in this bitch, aye cooking on the stove
Cooking

of the dark
Record and I hit restart
Wont try to fuck up the part
But if it take me more than five
Then just run me back to the start
Ive been dead and they

that ain't wanna shine with a nigga so I got on my grind
Yeah
Had to go get it right now by myself hit the block I won't wasting no time
Yeah
Now I got

tell him all in all we ain't never falling off
Album of the year, he said mazel tov
Spitting it cold like Häagen-Dazs
Chill bro you think you up next

niggas drop they lil' albums or what have you (ha)
That shit is laughable
God don't make mistakes, I wrote it natural (uh)
For niggas upstate still

sequel tho...

But ima let you in on a lil secret
I'm good and my pops my biggest homie
So when it hit the hardwood your pops gon turn to Kobe 
Cause