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kill but I'll murder your ink
Kid used to slang crack now Cain chop trap; rolled-up in skinny jeans and
Loud packs of persuasion to feel good successful

that's a life I can't live lead by way too much regret
If I lived on one album for the rest of my life
I'd have What's Going On Marvin Gaye on my cassette

jokes but it's no laughing matter
If this is Wonderland then I'm mad like the Hatter
I bubble up like lava, laying a halt to your saga
My flow is high

came into my life I've been feeling stressed out
I don't hook up with randoms cause sex just makes me stressed out
There's girls on my phone texting me

Slinging fries for nickels and dimes and when I got time I spit up some rhymes it makes Me remind I feel I'm behind the 8 ball I made calls
That I can no

take your career
Don't fuck with me, do I make myself clear
You have no point, yeah you built like a sphere
If the cops pull up, yeah I wasn't here
I

motherfuckin' money when it's physical
Talkin' out your neck gon' get you checked by how we spinning you
No pressure what we did to you

Let me calm down in this

Should I leave the world 
What's there left to lose 
If this is my fall just know I'm giving up my all 
My any and every thing that I used think made

T-shirt Weather in the Manor

Kano

Made in the Manor

2016

don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it

what's the outcome or when I'll drop an album
I judge myself too much I'm getting sick of your assumptions
I might be feeling down but ice is always up

Pimp On

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

[Z-Ro]
Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle

time she'll be seeing me
I ain't mean anything by it
I just don't have time to wait
If you don't know or can't decide, it makes
It easier for me

can't read ya mind I ain't X-men
But you bottle up, bottoms up to my ex man
Used to losing but I ain't even a knicks fan
Make a bet and I will show you

in a handgrenade

5 seconds before you get played

You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up

Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up

As if it's her album
Fine with me, might as well be
May have to retitle
If she keep on track on this track three
The B-side is
Likely to make me consider

(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with

happening
Questions on my mind like
Am I destined?
Am I mentioned?
Why so restless?
Wait a second, did you just decide to live your life bottled up inside?

fat lies
Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me right by
I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me

face
Rewind button busted hearin her say
"I love you, goodbye" no, wait Asia
I won't make it if you fade away
"Too late"
 
Every time I wake up I'm in

because I was like
This is gonna make great stand up material
At some point

They're kinda silly aren't they
Many of them are very silly
Some of them are

and sent a text 
Are you up? and she said yep
Wyd? she said

Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep

make me feel confined
Always fuckin' stuck behind
What I invisioned in my mind
Damn
Why does it feel like I'm second rate
Even though the shit I create

Hey, hold up, yo it's Sunday I got the day off
Maybe I could go to art school with Adolf
Make plots with Osama or schemes with Bernie Madoff
Dear God, I

with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,