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choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
chill
I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (damn)
Life been really toxic, overrated
I don't feel appreciated anymore
By people I thought it
Hold up
Hold up
Self-employed so I'm paying me
Stayin' true 'cause it stay to be
Won't loud part candy captain then get a ticket then pay the V
the line as Easy Mo played the song
He checked my five he said to me yo later on
about an hour passes
about my loosey deuce deuce & my tinted glasses
I
copped that first and second album
Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw
[9th Prince]
Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
the Chizzo, or the Choco
Surround my street like a blocko
Before the shots ring out
People never seen or even heard
But we ran through your HQ's
Like
Feels like I'm stuck inside a maze
But there's no dead ends just graves
I come from dead ends surrounded by graves
Some of those graves are my mates
either get down
Or get done...ugh
[Tak]
Ayo, this just in, at five foot ten, mysterious african
Slight build, ???? with nice skills
Over by the ledge,
I been goin on
We been workin late nights
Trappin out the phone
Ain't no pumpin on the brake lights
This what's goin on
(Yeah we on, yeah we on)
before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type
for sho', check me out)
It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm
Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles...
"Marty, Marty listen to me. Bring me something the kids will cry for.
Get out there, and get us
the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics
by my battalion
F.V.R.A, the presidential stallion
No more anger, RudeMan is hanging it
A true tough guy, don't deal with all that gang sh*t
Slang
I quit my job
So now I ain't got no money
I'm broke as a joke
I just need help
I'm done with the 9 to 5 shit
2019
I'm doing everything that I can
crazy when I released V.I.P shit
And you fucking haters just gave me a lot of reasons to spit
I'm for real now, just warning you for the next
Don't wanna
drive keep gassing me I’m in my 5th gear shift art for the Sistine chapel up in the Vatican inspire to get this black wealth by Dr Claud Anderson can’t
bucks
To the shit that's already due
Don't wanna get illegal then that's on you
Gotta get mine till my lungs out of breath
You don't agree middle finger
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
to the shows
I whip around all day just moving this dope
Louie V bong and the water is Fuji
Say what you want cause you aint really knew me
Roll with my dogs
to five right
I can say I really rap rap now
Book the flight home
I got some people to laugh at now yeah
Finally here
Time to hit the road and meet the fans
said losing ain't a motherfucking
Navein vodka by the boxes
Probably counting money while you counting losses
Flying in and out the country I'm a rocket
always up & since a kid I never took a nap
Late night makin jugs
While I’m in the newest foreign
Never had a 9-5
Cuz that shit is for the poorest
& fuck I
chillin' I'm talkin' five star hotels in China nigga I'm livin'
Let me be cocky my nigga I earned it
Tryin' to walk on carpets made of bears or rugs made by
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