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like Jehovah
Can't find the talent in a city full of posers
Closure its the end of a chapter
I see how they looking when I tell them I'm a rapper
She

bitch
Sco shit city shit illegal business buck fifty across yo face with a razor bitch
From my turf to yo turf niggas doing a gang of dirt
From my hood

an EP throw on an album I ain't do it sober
Me and my opps got it intune shit ain't dying down
Till blood spill over
It could be years  won't let it blow

relevant again
Whatever that means

And I walk back across myself
At least I know myself well

I miss my favourite albums
I miss mountains already
Remember

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking

I am not phased by the clouds in the sky
After all the days I done worked through the night
Now I got electric connection to the light
She got types

the middle of the city Surrounded by angels
Some were  going places
Others living on the sidewalk
Humans humans being
All had a light within them
Each

even through the pain
I give praise to my Heavenly Father
Last album wasn't no 10
So that means I gotta go harder
They say Greg you went in
I say, man, I

me hours getting out the city with no work around
Richie used to drive me home at night back at my mothers house
No keys I waited hours at the gate

shout out to my ex wife
Rolled around the city with me flipping green white and black
Padillas to Ventana Ranch with stacks of money in her lap
Realest

by my side

I ride for this shit, I die for this shit
I go platinum in the streets, suicide for this shit
I go platinum when I die, that's not what I

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that

it
Then Threw it back
I'm allergic
To this fake shit
I'm
Doing Interviews for work
Album turn to projects
Launching rocket ships
I'm in the cockpit

kain get the title

I ain't the same But Ima still keep it 100
Y'all bitches lame Y'all live up in a rebuttal
I Hope this album wasn't sad I hope I'm

advice that I deflected 
Never followed, stayed outside the box like Brexit 
From city housing to blessing stages front of thousands
Dropping albums

Patek or the Rich when I go out (Hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (What?)

And I only did three albums, still waiting on niggas to recoup
I really don't even see you rap niggas in my city
Unless it's LC, Kale, Wes, Clipse or Shad

I told my momma one day that i'ma be a famous rapper
Make a record about all the shit I had to pass up
Cuz I came from a city where if you ain't got

getting cancelled
She had got stuck in Kansas City
So I had to get her an emergency ticket back to Texas
We ended up having her waste two days on the bus

my brother
On the way by school we was smoking
I got racks in my jean called me Glocky
That bitch she a clown I don't need her
Go, go lemme see a ya go

a maniac, Trust it's crazier than what you think
It is, heavier is my crown? Got shit tilted here
The fresh prince of the city, I'm rebuilding it
Raps?

Aye, moving like Biden I ain't trying to be a victim
City colder than a junkie attitude without prescription
I ain't got opps but if it's yours

Hardest out bitch outta Baltimore
Yeah I be dat
And I ain't get on top
By giving top and burning kneecaps
I be burnin' trees back
Better call the bear