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and shit like that
But at the end of the day nigga...

I don't do the internet chattin
Same niggas chattin, they bitches start rattin
Might have my young

I’m aimin for top 10 but can’t be number 2
You know why? Cause I already came up out the shit
Young nigga back in Kenya listening to Biggie knowing

like this
Yea I'm vibing to beats
I'm smoking the beats
I'm blowing em down
Its all by the pound
I'm High on a beam
I'm packing the weed
I'm Rolling more

a part-time rider
All grown up but they think I'm a minor (Minor)
You might have a point right there
I'm still young but I bar like an old-timer
Call me a g

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

some veggies told my girl it’s ready
Pacman popping pills go wap wap just like fetti
Celebrating life by eating right I don’t need no confetti
They don’t

albums
Like it's episodes
they still don't believe in me
But wanna see how far I go
Lately I been hearing voices
In my head when I'm alone
I hate when

wit dat fake shit
Ambitious young nigga so ruthless (so ruthless)
My crack at bat louder than Ruth (shit)
Hope the e-clips don't mess up ya views bitch

these suckas  always wanna shade it
I stay gliding in the wind 
told my story with stokes of a pen
 I visualize my albums while sitting in the pen
I saw

Troubled since I was young they said I'm kind but I'm numb
What've I become yelling out my lungs I can't feel my tongue
They don't see me in

could hit me on the cell
N I keep a heater by the belt
N I kept my ego on the shelf
Remember I was fucking Chantelle
Taste good n at least she didn't

murdered wife was still alive
She may have been dead for as long as a year
But he convinced her friends and family that she was still alive by texting

study me 'cause I got all the answers, when I write it's like I got a cheat sheet
Rap God bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I

Your favorite rappers sip lean then smoke weed but that's not me
I'm just tryna give you some knowledge like your professor in college
I know I'm young

different on outlook on Vegas 
Section 8 had to learn how rap bruh
This life for me you looking mad huh
I ain't too impressed with your nine albums
I'ma be

more karma hitchhiked from our last life to the backside of our mastermind
Too bad we blind, our Third Eye too calcified by fluoride to remember shit

don’t have
Working young at BK, greasy uniform and hat
Hustlin for low wages, making whoppers in the back
Take what my boss makes divide it by 5, cut that

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

to fraternize I came to buss my nut   
The night is young a nigga cute I'm tryna push my luck 
They see me trippin trippin double dipped in all this yum 

Aye All

me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my

fuckin' hoes all fiends
This album gon' go hard praying platinum in this bitch, your bitch a whole ass whale Lookin' like moby dick, huh (Bitch)
Lets go,

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

ain't got no time for young niggas actin friendly
Yea I said it. yea I meant it
Give it time, they gone feel it
Boy some shit gone cut u deep
And time

the only source keeping the fucking family straight
Didn't had much, so uncle had to help
No father figure, had to figure out shit by myself
Ain't writing