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Woah, woah, wassup, wassup
Thanks for having me, I appreciate it
Thank you for stopping by
I see you got our voicemail, too cool to answer the phone
Yeah

be snacks in the grass camouflage
Wit demons that just wanna haunt me
Took me a minute to notice that
None of you niggas did anything for me
I spent

Seems these days the odds against you
Stay out the way for the laws will get you
Avoid anything that will cause you issues
Hands out your pocket

rappers just want to get By but Ima run it up high
That’s Why im approaching the game a Belligerent
Encouraging the pain Wit an ignorance, these are

Said his mind fucked up
Don’t know if he’ll recover
Hard time trusting others
Got crossed by his lover
Couple different gun charges
He still ride with

say
I'm not shooting out here cause my gun not fully loaded but I capped it 
Ain't bragging about the best not selling out for fame a place to rest
Give

like a crystal
We tell ourselves to yell 'n rebel against somethin' official
Oh sly fox, why you hung up in the thistle
Irony is tiring, I sung it

ask for a shoulder tonight

Life is so bright
Live one like twice
Tempo hit right
I feel too nice

Anything can happen issa roll of a dice
Nothing is

by every miserable song
Never show up to be on time
Always cloaked in a lot of grime

I fell off God's golden shore 
Not sure of anything anymore
I'm

Suicidal with regime
You know I jot it
Cross the T's
My I's dotted
Ohh my pupils dilated
Dry rotted
Do anything for the bread & cheese
A hot pocket sock in

And our turf divided by certain lines 
If I see you on my block with anything but a notification
You be tryna hit a lick from the place that I'm blazing

on baby yeah sons and daughters
We gotta get it fore they close the border
Pop another bottle spray it round like its holy water

Used to have guns

the papers, you know we got a problem
To some it's a game and others the only option
The guns keep poppin and there ain't no way to stop em
Them pop n lock old

Don't let go
Hold on
Don't let go
You better hold on
Don't let go
Hold on
Don't let go
You better hold on

Room 216 at the super eight
42dugg gun n

they gone hate and
The bitches who despise me
All wanna have my place and
I don't blame them, have you seen me lately
I won't chase him, by the end

dance
Smack em into yesterday so they hit the renegade
I guess I gotta profess these n***** like I educate
Kanye how I run away from the old life I was

Chapter 1 - not a lot of fun
But pain is a must to be top gun
Cramped home, single mom, do the math
I stuck to books and I didn't cut class
Times were

Brainwashed by the bullshit had to rinse off
Kick a bag to me ima touchdown from the
Kick off yeen heard bout it ask ya bitch dawg/
Tax season like Christmas

11:49, wyd ian texting back
Hoe need anything, im like eh, iaindointhat
Call my agent pussy nigga they'll do yo ass stop doing that
Whole gang gang

I've been thinkin bout Maple Street
And anything that ever made me

And will these words ever break me
Or can I hide out in a world that's make

pardon without guns
Brooklyn Chop House, housed the short rib bao buns
I don't wait on people to tell me stuff
To rap about, I'm surrounded by make you

For the homies in the heavens who departed,
Looking down like it's alright
A day in the life, I gotta be honest
I thought that I woulda blown up by

Entropy

MC Hawking

A Brief History of Rhyme

Trash talk
Harm me with harmony.
Doomsday, drop a load on 'em.

Entropy, how can I explain it? I'll take it frame by frame it,
To have you all

Learn Chinese

Jin

Learn Chinese

2003

to your house by me is over

[Chorus]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll