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cause they prevail, through the raining and the hail
Why these girls out loving cons,5k ain't no money up
Fuck the bread there's more to life, y'all too

they turn your album on you gotta murder the verse
That you spit first
And then from there: you carry it out
It doesn't matter what you say next, they're

Bro does my hair need a cut or what?
I wish I could stop it like, "that's enough!"
I wanted a glow up, this shit makes me throw up
Surrounded by

the news

Newsflash, come fast, come figure it out
I silence all the competition with a jab to the mouth
We ride too smooth, girl tryna be my spouse
We like

on fire to yell out Mayday
Watch me maintain brainwaves prolifically
Spin and collide like beyblades ripped by little me
Divide the bill down the middle

Caused from mental exhaustion
Put me in a deep freeze
Please put me in a deep freeze
Put me in a deep freeze
Please put me in a deep freeze
Help me out

looking like they detailed
Got a free bail in my email
Just in case they ever get me derailed
Let me preview that I'll prevail
That's a get out of jail for

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

a knuckle game
I leave you all out of commission (uh huh)
Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)
Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer
Black

Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She’s was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said

slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

out (Find a way)
I'm soning everyone, but I ain't kidding 'round
It's over five minutes on the intro, I've been spitting now (Yup)
So when I die,

No Mistakes

Classified

Boy-Cott-In the Industry

on Classified
Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote

My forth album's the first record

through a fit
YV12 how I'm coming with the whip
Let it Run out, 'nother reason for the pour
Tell her "throw it back" get to working on her core
Taking over

em
But don’t ever count us out or doubt us, you fucking cowards
You want my top 5 list, well here it is
Aristotle, then comes Homer, followed closely

to listen in
But they ain't gotta talk but they hear right now
Just when I had thought I had it all figured out
God, left that last album I was so confused

In the cockpit, I'm the pilot
I guide the missile, this a rocket
Intro the album, this shit is flawless
No physical copies, it’s not at the market

beats
Because it's the truth, it's the proof
That some of history is lying to you
So now let's make an honest person out of you

Let's start with Xanax

le mpinji tsa ko Wayza, Wayza, Wayza, Wayza
Re jele easy (Hear me out we like le etsang)
Chitse le mpinchi tsa ko Wayza, Wayza, Wayza, Wayza

Listen

food, I'm bad, I'm who

Wake up in the morning and I got on my Prada
I just hopped out the crib now I'm spitting like a llama
I be tomahawking (Blade) now

at least 5 years they'll be calling me the goat
I got make it out the trenches to give the ones it hope
Been dealing with a lot lately and writing my only

Cleaning tables and sweeping
While waiting for 12 to hit
I'm anxious and hype
Cause my favorite artist dropping new shit
Five years since his last

eastside shit on the speakerphone
I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though
Coke's all white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo
Getting money,

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