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Monopoly

[Verse 2]
'Cause when the rappers start grindin'
It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them
But when his album drop and he go diamond
Everybody

pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?

You can see the soil on the souls of my boots
Too young for war it's a phony excuse
On the battlefield but I'm ready for the action
Got discharged home

conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless

school i never played show and tell
I was always in the halls never saved by the bell
Small wonder but I stand out like Alfalfa
A wrong decision that'll

that liquid gold)
(Woah, aye, sipping that liquid gold)

Left home like a saint
Came back as a demon
Took a break for a week
Everybody still fiending,

Dropped two albums inna season and they both classic
I seen too many artists get all fucked up and its so tragic 

Im flabbergasted, from beaten to rappin

were no spells
No incantations
It was a photo album of someone's summer vacations
(But in some of the pictures... IT WAS RAINING!)

In the morning I

wanna listen
Overshadowed by the beat, don't give a fuck, we all jiggin'
She see you gettin' chicken, best believe she gon peep
Left her man at home, yes

the old folks home
Twelve hour ride to the same four albums
Brand new whip but the same old outcome
Same old songs in the young man head
On repeat, get

in paradise 
Twenty one months I've 
Marked to date cause 
Good girls are so rare to find 
There just aren't many left but I'm 
Switchin' gears
I know

your nose running
Leave you know money, Just pay me all hundreds 
Studio Sunday a album by Monday
Capo want gun play might slide down your one way
Need

wrist right now
This ain't even on the album, it's a pitch; if it hit, cool
I been getting to the big bits right now
Like (Mmph!)
Young black boy
Trying

drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped

(Yeeeah) Karen Son the Album
I ain't got a date but I'm working
I got 'em
Ayo
I got 'em
From the point of no return when they thought it was over

and 1 and 1 ouu 

Took a step back and I drive and I finish ouu 
Threw a major jam and I slam ha look at you 
Wasting so much time away by caring what

you comin home
I says tomorrow, tommorow ain't promised I'm just bein honest
It weighs on my concious but they haven't killed me its death that I'm

wasn't finished with the demons I been facing
Tryna chase dreams being chased by nightmares
Bogged down in the fog and it ain't quite clear
But I'm still

really though
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know when I'm droppin' no album
Compulsive the motherfuckin' EP, we
On this type shit, you dig?

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

me""
And I wish this was real for them
Listen! The pearls falling from their hands
Not justice but really bad luck!
I miss not using God as a crutch
""I

Brad-stract art
That's one of my albums
I'm a pescatarian
But I'll take one of those salads
My salary got me cutting calories
If I could get those
Ten thousand

Everything I want is loud 
But I need a bit of fame 
Want you knowing who I am before you even hear my name 
Want you pumping to my album 
When you bumping

to sell you a picture that I'm still painting
Feel like I don't believe in God but know the pressures of Satan
Feel like we all become blobs and learn