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happened to Reason
He was touched by a God I gave him the plate now he eating (eat up)
I’m not some old bitter nigga name dropping ’cause I need them
I don’t

home
Cold outside as if is Moscow 
Wrote my album and then left home 
Now I'm dreaming into uni 
Perplexed thinking how Imma do this 
All goals complex

not faking 
I'm feelin real good like I'm on vacation

You should clap me up 
I lit my city up 
With one album yeah 
That's pretty tuff 

I got a dream

put the city on the map and that is my oath
This my first album murdered y’all on my arrival
Your holiness is present amongst all his disciples
Anytime

Riding round the city with the homies wit my shirt off

When I was younger white teacher told me scrub the dirt off

Looked her right in the eyes

la city, tu troppo light
Sei soft nella tuta Nike, sta voce è il mio copyright
Come Bounty mo sei in danger zone
I rapper chiedono pietà, sì come

the staff and performers, cause tipping ain't a city in China
Now this is the introduction, consider this a warning shot before we tell you to ride or die

but I'll add them to my album
If you fuck with it, then I like you
If you don't like this shit, you're a psycho
Let me explain why I'm rapping like this

planéte vás ešte budem dlho strašiť
Ak napíšete, že chcete album, skúsim vydať ďalší
Pre vnútrobloky a lavičky, felície a A8-čky
Podniky, v ktorých dodnes

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

naar je fam
Mijn nigger Bems, die heeft een kleine Benz
Dus ik moet harder rennen
Voor die motherfucking bands
Ik ben super streng, mijn album stond op

you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored

Chanel

l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d’cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Drive by Aventador

It's just Me, Myself and I upon this lonely road
But bruddah I'm still getting by
I'm tryna make it home
I don't know why they're moving sly
When I

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

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

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran

I've been ridin through the city in
The dark while it's lifeless
Inside this car is where I
Found my fucking light switch
Stopped doing stupid shit like

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

mean flow
Give me couple months and watch my P's grow
Whippin' round the city with my seat low
And if your misses in the passy
Then I tell her "givе me

other albums, plus
The merch, plus the shows
I ain't even tryna flex
Dog, just get the arena set
That way when I come to do my service
It's a set
Me up

in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's