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called the gang but they missed you
What would the world do Without you
They'd just miss yo voice
Illinois hear iller noise
From the chi where a killer's

A leader for my people, I'm genuine
Honestly, a rebel to the devils who walking close
So you can see the prodigy of a new world
Not explored
Cut by an old

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

the
Vicinity
No fucking dosage that threatens the throne
No, never getting dethroned
Thrown? Forget it no medicine so
Potent could ever mimic these
Medicinal

for kids shotgun for silly rabbits
Killing habits developed by young Cheetahs in the fast lane
No Fathers to show em morals they spitting on their last

don't know who I am
And I'm
Getting tired of guessing shit
Day by day always stressing shit
If life's a test I've learnt my lesson bitch
Come expel me

don lap
It's all facts 
I need the money 
Men you know i need cash 
Know a nigga need some pussy 
Know a nigga need ass
Man about to drop an album 
Boy

shine 
So when I
Hop in the booth 
I aint gon take it for granted 
This chance to prove myself
Improve myself
Until the world know my name, run it
Story

night 
Until the morning
Dick her down 
Hit it hit it hit it
Nice and good
Sex to that old school Usher Nice and slow
Show her and rep my g 
If I eat 
It

'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent

choose one it's a soldiers luck.
Cadillac that old deluxe 

Chorus: 
You scared to be yourself in front of people 
This is all about your ego
You aint gone

Fuck who said that sky's the limit
Tryna live a life that generations
Can be proud of
That's A Life to Live By
Get ready for the album

My songs know

supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up

need you a reason for how i’m speaking I’ve shown it
My God gave me talent, now I gotta show it uh
Now let’s talk the album
I’ve been having
Visions

wanna give unto you more than I take
Because you're a person deserving of that kind of love
I wanna show you the world
I wanna show the world you
I wanna

gold
If you say that i can't do it
Then i'm gonna prove you wrong
'Cause yo bitch ass is real weak
And my will is fuckin strong
By the end of this album

metaphors for medicine
I think this world is better for our presence in it
It's hard to tell or find the evidence, I know
But we don't need a king

talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're

and more
By social media

And then there was the music business
My business of music
Which had never made any money for me
Even though I'd been signed

that I ride by myself in the back seat
Talking but nobody's to the left or the right of me
My people always said I need medicine
I'm thinking how to make

from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies

matters what you do
With what you do have If you're lost
Run it back See, this the matinee Directed by YHWH
Survey says, "challengers get ready for melee"

Hey Joyner hey Logic
Y'all forgot to hit me i came through though

Fuck that singing shit it's back
To my old ways it's no games I ain't been

spirit up
We all soldiers getting slain by the same pain
Niggas dying and you want to play the blame game
I heard your album, all yo shit sound