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your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one

fight
I rather pour up a four to get my mind right

Let me tell you bout the last few months
Workin on my album and some few songs
Tryna cut back of this

Girl
Tryna' make connections as if they know you around the world
You is just a blip in the universe
Tryna' talk to me like you done hit it first
You

Slept on yo little album that due date I missed it
This that westside bidness
God essence running through my veins
All the mistakes I made I still feel no

together and I'm back rappin better then ever
Lil fame lil money dat make these niggas hot
Back in the day I woulda tossed yo album like I'm skippin rock

criminals I'm open for a good time 
I grew up on a dirty block where everybody's two timed 
Opportunities don't come by
They try to stop you when you do shine

Fourteen years after 
And I still feel ten
But fourteen years later
The albums a ten
I'm doing my best
Cyclical
Cyclical
Cyclical
Cyclical
Fourteen years

wilding, yall ain't sign 'em yet?
Bought the product, then I brought the product to the projects, product of my Environment
Always busy, blinded by

I'm wise
Nah I'm kidding I put vocab together to get by

Thoughts fly I'm not high I ran out of sense
I scramble words like eggs and I don't care if

birds in flight. 

Leaf is one of the few pieces on the album that doesn't have a social context or issue to pin it to. Backed by a whimsical, yet

through,
Fuck up mo money than we done made,
And still driving a buy here paid,
By a new nxgga who thought he’d save,
The black widow,
ChArging it

4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I drop it's a good day

living in my eyes
Cuz I ain't really all they say I am
I'm just a guy and I ain't got no pride (pride)
Whip through my city in a KIA by my damn self
Can't

I've been driving state to state so I could catch a feeling
I ain't catch that feeling so I made an album about it
While I'm making Peter made

Thomas and full of doubt (Lets go)
My girl bad
Like battle rappers that make albums
Like rabid dogs
Killin it is the only outcome (What)
My flows insane,

people should build twice
Before they diss it
Sometime the wrong album get's
The right press and the right get the wrong
But remain righteous
Just like,

easy to be an anarchist
When you've got record companies
To pay for it you're no rebel if you're
Playing by the rules

Larry's O, he need no fucking

of the game
But the epilogue isn't the end
Always something after instead
Yeah
And they'll still find a way to be upset
When the songs barely half way done yet

thicker than a plum
Like we fuck until we numb, like this shit is Shogun
I slay it like a samurai, Katana, it ain't no surprise, by the time we done, got

you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I

some
I done played dat game and I know its a tough one
It's only one Ali and its only one sun
The past year I claimed dat dat was our summer
The proof in

with super aura
I get to heaven act stupid if they ain't got medical music or Z Palmers
I done seen horrors this the badlands
Put the beam on em now he

of my life passing by with no rhyme or reason behind why I don't try
But if I'm gonna be the best dead or alive then I'll find out a way to escape

Rapping on a hype beat
With a mix of tropical, calling it Fiji
Made a whole album while I was relaxing
Other rappers get ghost writers
That got me laughing