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babies
You acting too crazy, where the asylum
Week after week might as well drop an album
What you tryna do, babygirl tryna link
She is mommy material,

run G
Never run G die by the  gun see
Cowboys kept it Gangster
Until the west  was Won see Right

They call me the Cowboy Gangster
Or that Outlaw Dude

Wiesz Flexxip wiesz Flexxip
Westcoastowe jazdy i wibracje
Sprawdź przymruż oko i sprawdź to ze mną
Za to co kocha Mes tak

Co by było gdybym mieszkał

Who done left their kid behind and sent a check
Cause they can't bother, real shit
I was raised by my brother and my mother
I'm unique, every problem

feared by these damn pricks
You think a damn bill will fix someone's death your logic must be chronic
Out of pocket no empathy, like you're a piece

we live 
This is underground
Underground is live where you rest 
Subliminal stress surviving off 
Beats by Protest
What is underground 
Fight for your

dropping hits, you buy it for proof
Cancel your plans, my show is the move
My album has come, it's long overdue
Guitar on my beats, I'm singing my blues
Sing

just don't make 'em like me
Lately protectin' my peace... pursuin' my savior
(Lord God, I come to you a sinner... Inshallah)
Apologies accompanied by

in the face of the opps
Count all the blessings I made in a month
Niggas wanna do a joint album, these hoolies is black bags
Can't waste this talent,

to the top
Make sure that you follow me 
I will never be stopped 
Not even by quarantine 
I got more music coming 
Can't question the quality 
But they still

Mind" so long (Yuh)
Got me to invent a
New album in this past week (Past week)
On my "Agenda"
Your raps cappin' like the scout (Ha)
And you faker than

been stressing way to much
But I won’t ever pop a perc
By the time you hear this track
I’m prolly flying on a bird
I just hit yo chick
An she won’t ever

FSU

Jay Park

FSU

son'ed the whole K-Pop industry
The moment I started, on Father's day they call me dad
I'll put out an album and win an award
And then say, "Ok, cool",

On go go
I buy by the ounce, I can't go crazy yet
Man I'm still solo so don't need the pounds
Get me that jerk 'cause a bitch got me hurtin'
Order

Guess some prayers are answered quick
With God, nothing can interfere
2018, we about to kill it, this is our year
But by 2020, Imma have an album, done

again it's the warmhearted yet cold blooded cat with the baritone ya girls loving and flows flooded with gold nuggets
This concrete maze I rose from it by

'cause all these fuckin' mental problems caused by high class dick measuring contests
Nuclear war may be upon us
But all them rich as motherfuckers pussies

I'm a psycho
I'm a terrorist, spreading nitrous oxide through the air
Through the freqency and bass
Breathe it in, play the album
Let the songs touch

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year

Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days

you mad about?
I wake up every day, go to the mall and I'll be cashin' out
Can't take my drac' nowhere is it be actin' out
Smokin' all this wood by

doubting me
I’m M.I.Geezus, Mr. motherfuckin’ October
One album deep, no bitch, it’s not over
Pumped a little iron, yeah your boy got a little swoller
Clench

next month
You asked what I was working on, I said I'm writing an album of love songs
I laughed and said love songs are dumb
And I said yeah, wait

white hoes in the hills up in Thousand Oaks
She wanna try the whole team she got a thousand throats
Still tape season, but i'm on album mode
Separation