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mezmerised from her hair
The smell of her perfume visualizes there's birds near
And by rapping in mind just so sound clear
I be Clapping like in time

sick of fake friends talkin all dat shit
I've bossed up nigga and da ignorance is bliss
I'm too old for some beef let fade away like mist
I used to get

you gonna
shine man It's just what it is, see I gotta bring it

back Every time me and D say hop up on a track
He gets lost and he's lost by the things

trying
With 50 cent in my pocket, I started moving like the Mayans
My first album was pay attention, now I got them singles
mixing Fake Friends, High

and rhymes? Just saying
I've been blazing all year and they ain't listen right, they was acting like my album was the Kryptonite
This time last year, man, I was

back, making music, selling albums
No more cooking crack

We was in a bando, 95 Fahrenheit, them nosy Ass people in your business, call them Parasites
My

times I don't hate
Just smoking by the lake
Now I'm better but I'm baked
Chance to go back wouldn't take (hhh)
Now I'm sipping on my lean
Now I'm smoking

the most Lalaloopsies by far
In Bloxburg hit you with my car

Eddie Munch on the train
Steve on the train
McDonalds on the train
We're on the train
Gee-lie

want to find mine I know I wasn't planning time
My heart is like a land mine and I already planned time

For when they try to stand by
My name isn't Mary

Not even a symphony knows
Bet I'd be set if I settled by yelling out something
Like pimping these
But I'm not giving my soul
Just focus until it all

cheaper by the dozen
I back on track press record, feel

Is it love is it lust
Is being real not enough
Is my time almost up
These questions that need

motivated by the love
Create, it's what I do
My album of legacy pieces, people discover
I'm a fighter and a lover, die hard like Danny Glover
For anything I

Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with

the heroes like I'm Dr. Doom
Smoking hella spliffs all fucking afternoon
It get hard to breathe when at this altitude
It get hard to win but

Do that shit by

Mobbing on the scene
Covered by the shadows of my team
No cheat codes for max ammo
You better use that stealth camo
Bringing out the whole drum
Leave

bugging is some dudes trying to be sly
Fronting like they my friends, when all they wanted to do was P.I
Asking me questions, trying to analyze and verify

from my family artists and my friends
I hope all I'm lending out is helping hands
Support that I've gotten, so far and it's plenty
Three albums I

got ya lit like light switch, uh
Born in one-nine-nine-seven
I'm a little bit older than a lot of you brethren
If you weren't in high school by

she wants space
Real niggas know the real case
Her best friend want to give face
No superman I don't save
Unless it's money and I'm on a chase
Homegirl

minutes
Procrastination, on the creation, of this a compilation

Followed by a citation, of this album acting like sedation
Fuck you and your frustration

I took a break from the album this the outcome

Ima kill careers i’m sick of hearing all of their mouths run

They been trying to X me out like my

freedom don't divide by ten
This is what it means to be American
Like, Watch I'll aim low, and try even less
So no matter what I do, it's considered

I rap
I get love in real life, I don't need double taps
Some of my fans young as fourteen, it's mad
'Cause I was fourteen when I got stabbed
By

see me at the funeral I'm telling you to 
Take me 
To the land of the free where everyone's high and smoke weed but not to get by but to breathe 
You