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the details
I want my album played of BBC Radio Wales
They said okay we don't want people to die
We can always ask it's worth a try
It was a hostage situation

but I don't hate

Never seen it coming, scars all on my back, not on my face
All them nights I cried alone, not guilty, my spirit just shamed
Felt my

night
That I could be with his presence
On that porch with the light 
That would always flicker
I could tell towards the end he getting sicker
From

Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me

Yeah, this album is dedicated

explain that later so don't ask questions
When my mind race or when my heart ache
I take a step back cause my breath lacks a calm pace
Been writing all day

to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist

she jerk me with her right hand
I don't got no time for one night stands
But if you're mine, you stay by my side, you is my "right-hand"
But on the left

fine, I pull her hair while she jerk me with her right hand
I don't got no time for one night stands
But if you're mine, you stay by my side, you is my

uptight
Until these sounds travel faster than the speed of light
Wrote a remix for just for Tyler's album
But I need Hinata here so she can smear like

put their hearts out
To whatever the fuck they do, day in, day out 
You gotta keep going
Don't stop
This is my, motherfucking album
Take a listen

My

Every single night 
I just keep coming for more
Because it fuels me honestly it consumes me 
I just checked my phone and they finding out by my music

Nights in bed with dreams in chains
You’re gone if you don’t hide the pain
They told you to follow your dreams
Become a marine or build machines
Now you’re

You're a witness
Shu shu shu
All this winning wasn't a fly by night
Shu shu shu
I got women grinning side by side
Shu shu shu
That was then but look how

hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck

gotta respect it
We got the flow

Don't stop till I catch it
My soul never resting
While you get played like a baby grand piano
Whoa

Notorious
We

we make it
Success the only option ain't nothing less
Ain't nothing less
Maturing over time I don't react to the stress
Keep my eyes on the goal
Like

we make it
Success the only option ain't nothing less
Ain't nothing less
Maturing over time I don't react to the stress
Keep my eyes on the goal
Like

effervescence top of my class
The ghost writer of my own album 
Whoever said no man is an island
Never met me 
At minimum my personality count for 3
Skadot

or hell
All them late nights I prayed for opportunities 
Tryna give back to my community 
And they don't even fuck with me
Support is nonexistent 
It ain't

or front with
Bet on myself and get every last Quarterback
Don't skip the pass on me yah know I run it
Jokin' delirious
Why I'm so serious?
I just need sumn

greatness?
I was 13, when I heard of Matic
Yeh, bumped it day and night, like I'm some type of addict
Had to have it, The World's Mine, that was my state

can't lie
Born true and born fly
Don't smoke born high
Jugg work to get by
Sacs fifth to get fly
Shawty wanna stay the night
She gonna have to take flight

burdens everyday but this a heavy load, I rode the roads payed them tolls I'm just getting through, it aint a day that passes by that i don't think

look what ye taught me
look what ye taught me
uh-uh-uh

lookie ye
lookie ye

man fuck these niggas
imma be everything but these niggas
right
don