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and stuff that keeps you guarded
Tell me all your favorite songs by all your favorite artists
Tell me everything
Tell me what you like about me, tell me what

value
The competition gonna drop dead that's mad true
The friends and I are gonna keep going and going until we playing at a show right by you
Yuh

First

tired of sneakin' in 
Lyin' 'bout where I've been 
How long can this go on 
Pretendin' to love someone who just don't turn me on

And every time I

second is getting tougher
And not to mention the music
This album is never coming
I keep on doing these features
But solo tracks are amounting
I'm running

swear it just made me go harder
Left you in the past like an absent father
Different from normal like public and charter
Five albums, no Carter
I feel


Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with glasses

is not made for kids
She wants me to strip cause I was a good stripper I like girls who are a heavy tipper

Cause these are some cold hard facts
This

and aim at her pussy at Tootsies when throwing them tips
Its Pltnm or plomo
And all my diplomas are plaques
I just wrote an album it's basically beats over

Against me you have no wind
Like an asthma attack
They complain 'cause my flow murders
Are kept on tape
Every line I made 'em whine
Like stepped on grapes

new not from a factory
This is "devil music" and you call it blasphemy 
Bow down
To the One with a bloody cross
Died for us all yet you still are

the wire
Can't wait for this year, signs tell me by this time, I'll have a
3.0, DA, Marching Pride, I got an album release and I'm still on the grind
Keep

cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two

I'm a day late and a dollar short for my first album, Time to full send it
It's better late than never, Stay positive, Intending
It sounds like this

I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one

to the rhythmn
As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism
Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script
It's going to go like this

Chorus

[maestro fresh wes]
It's

pap
All I had was my niggas on RunyonAve so when I made it yo they made it
Where I pointed they sprayed it
We bled on that grey pavement
This shit cost

through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all, 
It's only right that I go out the same way

I'll call those records archives
Cause I, molded this art, way tougher and harder
I built up my armor, made sure all my weapons were sharper
I had to be

issue, really
My issue is you and me
I love you too much, and I'm going fucking crazy
We are never going back, so you better love me
Every time you're by

when we
FaceTime it becomes some deepend awakening
This is the first thing I made in a while
Since the album came out
You've been great and I doubt
If

off of the bull, made me bleed
Cuz I'm half of a dying breed, laugh when they lie to me
You'll never make it in rap, why you try to be, someone your not

mistreated, it's especially vile
This a new degree of profound
When I make another album, I be makin a sound
Like a new speaker, yeah, how it finna surround
How

one.
Well thats how many songs i've made
Including this one.

I tried warn you posers
Get postered.
Like Jordan over James.
Your second class compared

baby, I've gots to get mo'
You screamin', "Go 2Pac!" and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well-paid
Bail's paid now, nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops