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meanly-worded verses
'Cause Queens needs a resurgence
Queens needed a surgeon - cut right to the heart of the matter
You dropped your album, but it hardly will

I got the world in my palms!
Tell my lady that I’m gone
Tell my lady tell my lady I’ll be home!
Ain’t no wrong
Tell my love my love my love I’m on my

to be great
I remember when I was on street corners in da hood by myself selling my tapes
Philly new York Atlanta 
Look at me now with this music
I got

to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you

wilding, yall ain't sign 'em yet?
Bought the product, then I brought the product to the projects, product of my Environment
Always busy, blinded by

Christmas memories in my photo album
Missing your happy, excited faces
As you open gifts under the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols in

The crazy thing is I did this shit on my own
I recorded my first album made the cover on my phone
It's like my voice getting better as I record these

litty every other week while I'm home feeling shitty
It's a damn pitty
A damn shame
It's rather iffy
Yeah, but who's to blame though
The middle

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

on my home
First day of the year and I'm not dancing at all
There are a lot of things that need to get done on the world
I'm really trying to get real

Don't let the Venus Fly Trap you inside
Song written by nick rolser
Album amor fati
Planet parlor cover
We love you nick

singing "Puppy" 'till the cows come home
"WEARLD OF THA MINED" in a place unknown
"In My Feelings" in a place where I felt so alone
Put my eyes to God

afraid of
Is the numbers they can reach
What if they're consumed by
Someone off me who could leech
"Hey we like your songs
We think they have a chance
We

"love"
You got someone in mind
That person's probably got all your heart and your time
And if they don't know how you feel yet
By the end of this album

Christmas memories in my photo album
Missing your happy, excited faces
As you open gifts under the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols in

of the cards I’ll be dealt
I can’t take it easy
I get ahead of myself
Imma drop some albums
They’ll be consider as classics
There Certified by the fans with

say BAMN it’s by any means necessary
Ya Black panther path legendary
Now it’s good to have that black card status
Means you’re living life kinda lavish

the fuck about a hundred thousand plus is not enough
Not a single I can push but got a bunch of album cuts
By the time you fine the time to find the time

work
Blinded by the fact they got Battle Cat up in there being big bro
Ignoring the fact they wouldn't let take my shit home
I hate that my Career keeps

I'm drinking wine tonight
With cheese I hate
I'm drinking it by the bottle

I'm dripping blood tonight
From my ears
I'm scraping it off with needles

out my way
I really don't give a fuck if this is my fate
Cause when I'm on the mic I'm at Home take a shot to the dome
Still you can't stop me not alone

taste it
Came home from a bid and i was down bad
Built a studio in the garage at my dad's pad
Recorded all local rappers I needed money
Thirty for a mix

the homies
But like Sting was waving his ding-a-ling
We keep getting fucked by the Police
Ay, this a revolution season
But it takes a village and machine guns

meant it
I am working for that cheque, come home it's still so depressing
I'm not flexing I'm just stressing because my parents still be pressing.

Take