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that power…
I’m even making money while i’m singing in the shower…
You against me, is like Bron versus Crowder…
Living by the beach by spitting fire like

fucking face, everywhere I go they smell me (ewww)
Fuck what they allow me, I'ma go the extra
Mile High, fly on right by you in a second
King, where's my

put their hearts out
To whatever the fuck they do, day in, day out 
You gotta keep going
Don't stop
This is my, motherfucking album
Take a listen

My

Other niggas hate that
Next one only 8 tracks
Niggas know I ate tracks 
They fake black
I used to rock evisu with a bape hat, boy talk about a take back

(Four Quarters)
(Man my boy Joc been doing this music shit for a minute
Boy keeping the foot on the pedal
He ain't stopping no time soon man, don't

clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

Happy Timbuck2 Day

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

heard you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make miles out them, bitches
Brew, listen, you couldn't do a mountain

Always knew I had a gift
I would battle at the school
Pops laced me with the music
I had albums by the spool
This when rapping wasn't cool
It was frowned

My life is a haunting which is haunted by the looks of you
My old man ran away because he's scared to really face the truth
Tired is

mind, Wockeisha got me geeked
Too fly, can't stand by me
Chopper propel and we land by the beach
If you wondering who got the motion, it's me
Went

Tabernacle

Royce da 5'9"

Layers

2016

Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be

Gather the people

Find out the new ways

To start a new phase

In a few days

In a new place

Crawled through the desert on naked feet

A mile long line

beach wit da waves)
Offtop
U know wat it is N***a
Aye aye aye 
8 mile 
Whooop
 
I got bankrolls stuffed in my jays
And I'm stuck in my ways
Catch me

of my dresser
Kick back and relax like I sat in a tesla
My eye got no color surrounded by zebras
Ground got the dancers
My Streets got no answers
They

I ain’t jealous
I ain’t selfish
Taking one for the team
She in love with a skater boy
No Avril Lavigne

And I’m stuck in my head
While we laying in

don’t hand to hand You album is can of spam
Smack ya whole face with the palm of an ouragatan
Basically you never a had a chance ask ya man
Transform ya

went to school
Didnt know wat to do
Been pressured by my pops
Tellin me wat to do
Kept my calm, you know its cool
Got the waves, i aint in no fuckin

longer faded
I'm passin' tests that, will never be graded
So Holy I cannot be touched by Satan
This album is a safe haven
I cannot be tempted I do not have

Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably 
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin 
I ain't worried bout nothing 
Back

stuck in a bottle of Barbados Rum

A beach umbrella, some Coke and ice, grilled jerk chicken with peas and rice
Make a little more time for a lotta more

least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish

In Hillwood

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three

shit that I got from Zone 3

Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee

I'm good in every hood everybody know me

So don't wake me up, I swear