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music 
Like "Whoa" 
Or wait could Clout chase
Just to grow a fan base
Then post it everywhere from IG to MySpace
Oh Nah
I plan to be iconic
Mr Rodgers

See I got goals I'm tryna reach, put money aside
I want a house out by the beach, what a lovely surprise (yeah)
I'm talking out in Fiji where my

Im in the studio
Working on that next project for you, you know what I'm sayin
Until then Here's A Lil Sumthin
Yeah
217 Shit, look

Its been a while

it
QC been the coldest lil bastard nigga
My mind
Taking
Freudian trips
Haven't avoided
The slip
Feeling I've
Fallen
Atop the
Tabula Rasa
Discontent

out to bri, man we do this for lil brian
Fuck TSA, we do private, know who flyin'
Back from the dead in the booth, I'm like, who dyin'
Goin' through

dis when I play my song
Do it like dis Do it like dis
Do it like dis baby all night long
Said do it like dis and do it like that
Tell Mr. Miyagi wax

yea yea)

In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me

(Uh-huh)

That's like my brother, lucky mothers

We ain't nothin' to see

(Uh-huh)

I'm focused like times four
I am my own coach
And my team is so dope
I'm a winner by trade so
Losings what I don't
And when She see me her face glow

don't think you niggas understand me
Death by my side like Billy & Mandy
Niggas is clowns
And sweeter than candy
Came out of nowhere
Lil nigga like Randy

run it up
By the load, don't fold
Count cash til my thumbs get numb
No food, I had to eat every crumb
Skipped every class, I ain't even go to lunch
Then

roll wit a thug
Say lil wop
What's up, what's up
All of this money don't know who to trust
In the booth saying all the above
Who gonna stop me man I

the thermal
He said "What's your intentions" I said "Shut up Steve Urkel"
I'm Mr. Independent I ain't talking Ne-Yo
Louis bag Off-White sneakers, yeah I need

you know he ain't shit
I wanna wife it
The object of my affection
Is only tamed by this erection
Basically we cutting
Some kissing some cuffing
No

round nigga
These niggas talm bout some switches
I fuck wit binary triggers
Me and KJ in da club
And we just blowing money
We surrounded by bitches
They

this
Oh it's that little fool again
This might be C's flow
He finna make me cool again
5 by 5 by 5
I'm finna turn that shit to a 10
You is not that guy

Explain Myself

Hopsin

The Growing Process

2015

body your arteries
Name a motherfucker hard as me
I outta be mentioned with the Greek mythology gods
I beat and body the odds, his feet is by

The hurt inside I won't diminish my pride
I like it side by side call the Uber curbside Uh
Like Mr.Lyon, I've seen the forecast
Ima always stay ahead, gotta

day and I’ll say it again I will be with all the goats
I’m just the typical beaner
Do you know who I is?
I got a lil bit of knowledge
Coming from Mr

they want me
I know that oh yeah
All these bitches want I'm like
I know that oh yeah
I can't even help lil' shawty
I can't help my self
I can't help you

I was a monster
I spent my life in hiding just like the locness
Now let me talk this
I'm followed by pain like my first name is Martin
I got

I’m winning, grinning, sinning,
Killing every beat that I’ve made or I’ve written
Spit it wise like MR.FEENY
Don’t know why you don’t listen to me

clean if you know what I mean
I'ma do my lil dance when I drip and I walk
On this financial stuff, I just learned how to talk
I'ma step in the building,

graduated
Time to role play get imaginative
Don't mind a lil sweat I ain't aggravated
Glass full as my appetite for you
Camera angle set kind of dig this

defend my psyche, that's a mind for winners
Overcome hurdles to eat, y'all seated but I got a fence I climb for dinner

Mr. Feeney, a boy when the world