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son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

survival
This track is my revival
I have no rival
I am no Jesus
I ain't writing the bible
I'm a god
This stage Is my final

This is part 2
Me on the mic

by
You think I give a fuck with my sunglasses I be out of sight
Nigga you can't see me even if you wanted to
You are where I was I am where I said I

and cream 
I'm just tryna get high with my fucking team 
So come vibe with me 
And get high with me 
Mane 

Yo, I'm just doing my thing 
I'm just listening

through this tragedy
I've already lost people only two months in
I relate to you if the music is your best friend
It's my medicine
The only way that i could

about two albums of bangers that I have sat on
Shooting double Danny Granger I was too good now the stats gone
Tell them what I'm on they think I'm lying

two i'm so far ahead of you
You actin' up i'll smack you, no waitin
Just keep actin' up till I get off probation

The pure uncut raw
The sewer you want

walk in)
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by the Gallery, I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)
Talk about some Johnny

damages 
Look, Hey
Watch how you manage it
Look
I ain’t losing sleep watching over you till three
AM to the PM steady plotting on some cream
Ya papa be

cut me clean in half
Cuz even if they think I'm gone, I'll come back like "hehe", laughin
It's 2:32am
Hit you with two 32s, just let me do what I do

food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full

hit different 
I roll skinnies so what/ they still/ hit different 

Verse 2:
No toilet bowl/ can tell me I ain’t wit the shits/ it’s 1 am/ nah I ain’t

""Who am I?""



(Laugh)



The film that runs inside one's head



We imagine ourselves on the big screen

Being watched by people and, you know

London
Smoke a cigarette or two there's a rumor buzzin
I dispute the public there's a stupid puppet there's a reason every human loves it
Lock me in a tomb

No Mercy

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang

this rap shit
One more album and I'm through
With this rap shit what more I gotta do to
Prove I ain't number two?
Bitch who the fuck are you
Writin'

to right
I press the pedal deeply
Pew like an arrow
Under the moonbeam
Get chased by my own shadow
Didn't know 20 missed calls
Ain't fucked up by shit more

And I spit from the soul, the only way you're gonna feel it
Memories of me getting beat by my dad as a youth
This album represents me, nothing but

.P Baby
I don't understand what you mean
I am tripping off sippin lean
Im the one that made your baby cream
I got two phones like I'm baby keem
I reached

cll I do lately two things, no clown
Make DBDDBD and play showdown
Showdown Pokémon or Shodown Samurai
Much more than a hypocrit, also I'man open guy

Kalis Kad where the fuck am I at?
It just so happens to be something has happened to me
They push me down on my ass
I get right back on my feet
I know

Chorus

I’m just sayin
Why you playing 
Like you don’t understand 
I’m just saying 
Why you playing 
Like you don’t know who I am
I’m just sayin 
I

ride
But I won't lie, sometimes life felt like a drive-by
Still that same kid you met, spittin' sci-fi
I was thirteen makin' beats in Gatlinburgs Five

I am falling 
Have some conversations make them last Eternally
I ain't got that much patience I just want you here with me 
You're my drug addiction