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you was boring I'm the new toy
Limited edition mint condition I'm an android
My vibe so specific they know me wherever I go
Rock city legend it's like

the breath from your chest
Third inception to the effervescence
Effortlessness, Rest

cyo secrets of the espionage
Guarded by the laws of the city
Yo this

puncher
Four deep with them blowers on
It's like the Ghost Busters

On the block with a bitch
It's a mouse in the house
I don't wanna hear shit
Please show

gonna lose control
Fucking up with me 'cause you tryna be a hoe
But I saw the good in you but this house is not a home
I'm really in my zone, locations

a Crown in 
Im heavily grounded 
Never tell em' I'm out of New York 
Them niggas know by the way that I talk, and the shit that I rock, and the way that I

tonight 
Im like alright facts
Go 'head, slide that

It was all by Design
One of a kind 4 words to describe
Only enemy is time 
I'm an elevated mind Hear

trynna find my way out, cuz niggas dying left and right getting stuck in they route, gripping tight up on that pipe before they leave out the house, man I

Then all of their grandkids stormed the capital

CHORUS
Im in New York City with a mic in my hand
Mama there goes that man
Getting California love when

yea), but in reality we're all finishing, everybody in line, nobody is making it off this rock alive i cut my ties from negative energy hanging by my

da fam its a go 
In my city in da rock ima muh fuckin Pope 
U kan ask hell town I’m da muh fuckin goat 
Thick rachet bitch from da 870 
Fuck her real

like a water spout, wonderin what I’m about
Well ponder no longer I’ma rock and knock your socks off
Cocky with the rhymes, confident in real life tho

...I knew I couldn't get it by my own hand
I knew how much that I wanted it, It was God's Plan

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray dear lord my soul

to smell the roses
Kind of ironic really yeah
Tell me what it's gon' be yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got me feelin' so free
Uh
Come let me show you my city
Could go

was even better than the fucking last
I didn't have to make a sucka meet the gat
When you step up in my city, better know someone who with it
You ain't

pumpkin  like a jack-o-lantern
No need to hide behind the mask when you cover your pattern
Trapping out the haunted house like it's October 31st
Life was

of a boss, attributes like debaters
Floor seats in the city by myself they like who the wolf?
Remember I was in a pack and overlooked
I ain't even shown my

Easymoney Shit

Remember I was fucked up I was dead broke
Hanging round drug dealers trying to cook dope

Trap house on each block a lot of old

like paper
Never grew up in a city where they come from
All the music come from different gangs and drug lords
I been thinking that I gotta rock

Ooooh
Ooooh

I’d like to go exploring the deep
Where sponges stand tall on long legs with their feet
Planted firmly in rock in a deep down abyss

Rufus Buck
Pistol by the waist
Coach city sole runners
With the matching socks
Walking down the path of greatness
Now I'm in the house
Like bruh man fifth

LULLABY FOR MY LOVE words and music by Brian Campbell 

Go to sleep, little darlin', take your rest, 
Tomorrow everything'll be just fine 

There's

was 23

I was a og with that glizzy
By like 23
They had them bands up on yo head No you can't walk for free
Now I roll em In a wood before I go to Sleep

be down
Lately you back in the city
Rolling blunts, staying pretty
Damn right a nigga changed
I ain't here to stay the same
Put the diamonds in

arm don't know if I'll survive
Middle school was a struggle i was tryna find my mind
So fuck it i gotta get it
I made the brand built up my city
I never