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me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up

and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard

desperately wish you had
See, it's the way you make up songs and you belt 'em out in the shower
Then tell me you'll write my album, you'll have it done in

enough
Singing  the hook,
I need to change my look
cnd when I come back home for my birthday
I'mma do another video, too explicit to play
Guess it ain't

tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but

an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,

really so loud
Only God could time this, bitch I’m timeless no doubt
Lonely times were promised but I’m bout to show out 
When my first album drop it’s gon

nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was

home soon
Come to the gate when i pull up on the drive
And if it's raining or not
We get chased by feds
Everybody in the car better know
That i'm failing

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

She told me come through, she bored
Home alone made her squirt on the sheets
Then I gotta go

Countin' up money in the back of the 'Bach
Spendin' that

knife hit's
This life isn't priceless
Y'all back home the reason I'ma write this
You a lame, lame, it's a shame, shame
You took your picture outta

on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with

on him
Mum comes home to a house
Surrounded by blue tape
And a bag of police try to stop her coming in
Confusion, pain, anger, suffering
I understand why

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

stories how i'm living my life
I'm like pac nas and jay and that kid from bed stuy
My mind is playing tricks on me
I'm scarface so i drop the album for my

You can see the soil on the souls of my boots
Too young for war it's a phony excuse
On the battlefield but I'm ready for the action
Got discharged home

home
And I prayed that I'd find hope. Look at how the tables turn
Time floated by and it's like the engine inside broke
I created so many albums + E.P's

This was supposed to be the happy album what happened?
I don't know life came crashing
I don't know I've been slacking
This my life now this what's