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and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell

in my bowels
That was like (yesterday, serious)
Recording a bedroom set in my yard
The gift of diesel, show man we're hard
Next thing you know man's

cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip

do
Brought boombap back to life like what would Jesus do
And y'all still rapping bout hoes nigga woopti woop
I'm in the booth recording minuscules some

The People's Rapper
Recording live from Flint, Michigan
Where the water is poison
But we still prosper
Downtown thriving,  still niggas
Gettin'

When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,

cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,

But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,

Truth told,
It sounds like your

treating us like shit"
I gave you thirteen songs and you said they're all hits 
You don't want more? Just learn to deal with it 
Call me Zach Fox, bitch, I

fucking sick of people doubting me, man (Sick)
I've been counted out more times than I can count on my hand
So if you're talking 'bout Jack, put some

And a little bit of that
Man, we kiss the G's
Like he's a rat in a mouse trap
Ball to the wall

If you hit me
You're my best bet
Spittin' P-O-5, nigga
Never mean

I’m just like you and you’re just like me (so alike)
So why critique, (yeah), did you hit your peak (uh)
Are you indiscreet or just insecure (ooh) (huh)

I put pressure on myself
If I don't go hard and I don't want help
Don't expect my arm to be there when you're cryin
It's not that I don't care can't

to change a thing
Album two is coming 
I'm not even 17
People don't flex when I pull-up 
Cause you know I got means 
Tried to hit a lick 
So imma hit em with

Shakin' in the Alley

Mac Mall

Immaculate

[ CHORUS ]
I'm like a dopefiend shakin in the alley fiendin for a hit
Can you bring this? 
Huuuh, when I listen to your tape, I can feel it
Nothing

am nearing tantric bust 
Take the master tapes and put 'em in a time capsule 
To time travel so you'll never get to buy this album 
I yell out of turn

they're so hot
Yo last album sound like Kidz Bop
Yo last hit was a time hop
And you wonder why all the hype stopped
You write raps that shit's soft
I pop

[Hook] 

You hear a lot of music, but it's boring 
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em 
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring 
But

Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of America

I just want to help you all but
All I do is stare

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

up like I'm Drizzy 
Can't stick to one style 
Like JAY1, RussMB
Every song the same 
They ain't really hits to me 
When my first album drops
The rest

that I've changed
But really too much of me know that I stay the same
Wasn't focused on outcome with this whole album
I tried so hard to find my peace by

and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
With

it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you

There's one covering every door
Don't question me that for sure 
This beat hit like a hammer 
So I guess that makes me Thor 
Ya you want some more

How you

a album, I can never stress
Over a bitch, I'm too young for that
I took my father by the relationship
He said, don't even trip, just be honest with it

Just