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the lingo, where the landmarks gone,
Where the shawties at the Saint Bernard fair had gone,
Same as us, everywhere I suppose, I miss having em close,

Ian had

Crystal samples falling all around the kitchen
Remember music was our life 
Like tweets you always pinnin'
Use to be our spot yea we’d waste

Simpy right now, you what I mean 

Wake up, won't you 
Hope your demons haunt you 
Miss me, don't you 
Having no one to talk too 

Don't call me by my

and brass wind floats like cruise boats
Up and down the west coast
Play my music in your elevator
Keep keep keep rising to the top
You miss your stop? Don’t

and brass wind floats like cruise boats
Up and down the west coast
Play my music in your elevator
Keep keep keep rising to the top
You miss your stop? Don’t

side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch (yeah)
I ain't

sound like or remind them about
like I'm affected by the bullshit that comes out your mouth
instead of giving me credit for what you never could do
If I

Cause I was born famous, yeah I was born famous
If you ain't heard my sound in a minute let me tell you
I know that you want those trippy vibes, that's my

the album family guy, yeah that sounds kinda fly
Complete with my fam cartoon cover design
My man Jamu can draw it bet he'd he do it for a dime

Yeah, I'm

give it try Call the album family guy, yeah that sounds kinda fly
Complete with my fam cartoon cover design
My man Jamu can draw it
bet he'd he do it for

Bloodshot eyes, this feels like a dream
Halfway through and I'm feelin' gone

This is the part where she loses her thong
I see her intentions are hidden by

Alright, look
It must've started at a young age
Having visions of living this lifestyle, one day
Making wishes that the music business, not all cliche

off
People say I'm hard as Hennessy
And you soda soft
Man I'm talking to my enemies
And I'm sorta saw
But I treat my music like it's a craft
You

want to listen to it
But your music
Man
That's what I can get down to
Your Mother's Favorite Rapper
Ho-ho-ho I love it
By the way
Tell your mom I said hi

way I'm going through ya, aye
This sound like a track that's made when we would hang with Scooter (shol do)
Everything is Deep like back when I would

trippin
If you ain't making money, then I don't wanna kick it
She got fucked by the gang, then I don't wanna hit it
Red Rover, Red Rover, the way these

sound
They got a problem
Best rapper alive
When I'm dead
I'm writing your albums

Say your 5 but without 1
Say goodbye to ya Mt. Rush
More want a 1 on 1

are pretty hard to miss
It wasn't obvious you really were a narcissist
I was shocked and surprised by your heartlessness
I make music so I don't wanna

don’t have a bad grip
Vette Louvre, the dude with the fat lip
But is more handsome than Brad Pitt?
Heard my music blasting as I was riding through my city

Can't con Vince me this isn't easy
Not going too far
By saying all I gotta do is wake up in the morning
Have a cup of coffee
Think about all of the things

the room it's getting louder
Hear the sound of my alarm
That's when I realize you ain't leaving
You weren't there right from the start
Open my eyes in

a clown
Look at me to entertain
But instead this clown frowns
Playground filled with mood swings
My circus music underground
In the night I hear a sound
But

talked to me and I felt hopeful
Don't this sound bogus when I focus back in context
I was obsessed with the imaginary popularity complex
We ended up in

I'm out
I ain't got time for this
I'm tired of feeling down
I'm choosing music now
It's time to mind my buss
And like the college dropout,
I won't miss