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cake but I always want more
I don't really need much
I don't even want fame
But my uncle's told me nigga that's price of the dough
So now I'm in this

'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM

Don't like big crowds
Don't like big mouths
With small minds
Got no big pals
Not a family guy
Indecisive

like a canal
Listen to the Pooja songs, you shall
Not old enough to make a PayPal
But I don't need PayPal to boost morale
Farming the crops, I'm using

to the past, chosen path
Day ones gon flip on your ass, and that's a given
Don't hit my phone fomenting forgiveness
I was down bad low and you was missing
Foes

You Can Call Me Al

Ruby Prophet

You Can Call Me Al [Feat. Ruby Prophet]

2016

a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my

the hate
By the way, you'll be in debt forever
But massage my back, I'll feel a lot better
I can't keep up
There's too much
Starting to lose touch
I can't

Two twelves in the back of my Nissan
Kickin' i don't ever got to flex
Just to keep on winnin'
Real shit, man, I studied the best
And I've never give it

Give me a second to speak on it
I'ma speak my piece
It burns my heart that after all these years
The industry ears are still calcified
Chronic

to raise up
My pals at the house early practicing layups
Maybe we're both clowns for hoping our dreams save us (honk honk)
And I don't say much cause I

shorties,
Who will have me up on Maury,
Will I be the best to ever do it,
By the time I hit forty,


I don’t really know so,
I’m kicking back blowin smoke,

here we are with ringing bells

And floating on this cockleshell

My pal grins, hugs the wind and sighs

We realize with our blank minds aside

Only

charts
They collect shopping carts, you see them on the job up at Walmart
I got a swing set tatted on my jock, bandwagon heavy like I got a saddle on my

AM is like a clock tower
That means my attention's getting paid by the hour
Cuz I am a ghost writer too
A darker side that don't apologize I live beyond

Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold

on a chase
My lil bitch bad with some braids, no games EA how I’m catching a play
I feel I’m one of the greats, did thangs that I know gotta take to the grave

Elsie and my unborn little one:
I fought this war for you my darlings 
So you might be free to run
So please remember me
And remember I love you
Remember

I use to be a lonely, scared outsider
Never had a chance to be a high riser
Everybody use to tease me all the time
But I just held my ground to one

at a balcony
Doin' alchemy
I made music for my pals and we
You, him, and me
In this order is: Good, Better, Best, that's the reason for my album, see
There's

guy your spirit can live by 
Now that you're dead gone i'll watch your bitch cry 
Now that your chicks mines, look at those thick thighs 
She couldn't

when it's dim
Can't let my greenery get flimsy, hope it never chips
Hope how I dip out still fine by me
Hope how I end out still fine by me and you
Hope

of corruption for the right to bare my arms
Backstory's backed up? I'll start a Movement if I've gotta
Pop-Pop your truth treats like an Avantica Pinata
Talk

just took off
Blinks he's lost
Hope that he don't hit the dogs
I'm looking for my backpack
Hoodie and snap cap
Trying to back track
Ta where I last left

on fire
Attracting fullness
If you stand for that shit
You don't need to be sad
Your PayPal will grow
Use that racks for the skincare.

Tell me, tell me, if

the amansai Dahs why
When it my turn i don't waste time in taking ini3ma

A.T.M (At that moment) am a bad boy after that miy3 Good
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