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my name by the time that I am done with this
My passport got a couple stamps
I make my way got the upper hand
Fly in jets as transportation to another

a dramatic motherfucka to me
We’ve done collabs that’s enough to make a whole album of em’
Out there I bet you gon’ make thousands off em’, that a word”

Cuz I've been screwed off the top like bottle caps
Step to me and see if you could not collapse
A master with his own blaster, Marvin
I leave these rap

great
I'm actually losing myself in my maze
So many voices fighting in my head
Take your time versus hurry you late
Late late late late
This society wants

They Got Me

Fat Joe

Poly Sci

1998

taking his life's not a problem
I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album
Drowning my sorrows with bottles of Moe
Anybody can go,

Got no time to work on bars, chilling with the rats
Animals I've trapped, really all I have, tell them about my life issues but they fucking Laugh

But

all emotion bottle up way deep down in my thought
Searching for an exorcist to free my mind and run it off
Spending time in studio, studying

There comes a time when something goes down in your life you don't like
Then you feel the pain then you start to look at life from a different angle

keep it pushing keep living life day by day
In the end it's gone work out we gon be okay

I thought the nail in the coffin was when you unfollowed me
But

I've been doing music since 2007
I think that's when I made my first beat ever in GarageBand
After making seven of them
I exported the seventh one

two things, Time Away, I Was Here
Holy shit
Alright, Art Morera

There's no trumpet in this beat, by the way
But whatever

the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four-by-two it
Wrestlin' wit' my sleep, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his

chauffeur it...I don't want you drivin' in your 30s
Frontin' in the club poppin' bottles for the birdies like the wise men
Need us in Bahamas with the guyses

Alhamdulillah

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

And bullshit don't last long
A lotta yuppies sneakin'
Cars out when dad's gone
Crackin' bottles in clubs
Frontin' designer fashion
But I ain't about

Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin long
Devil ass niggas I've been tryin not to stand on em
Mayne I'm hot, mayne ya'll

had, I saw it, you lost 'em
Ain't dropped a album in four years
Dawg, rapping is your hobby
My career, less than a year
Twenty-thousand physical

Hold Up

Bun B

Gangsta Musik

2004

when I do it sound like the trap, 
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap, 
I'm just hoping you try to try me, 
Get drag around by

issue, really
My issue is you and me
I love you too much, and I'm going fucking crazy
We are never going back, so you better love me
Every time you're by

that's the BS
I am telling my story
Minding my business
And three album in a year
Bout to break one bottle of Guinness
No bicycle while I'm growing up
But

agree
Yeah I'm way down here
Where don't nobody Ever Wanna be

Now when I look back on Memphis
The money's all i see
I've heard we had some good times

Drinking by the bottle, thinking he would find solutions at the bottom
There's no place for niggers like us in this world but the liquor store
Get ready for

until it burned my retina
Left my hideaway
And let my instincts guide the day
No sure out, in times hope turn to doubt
But somehow I know
That everything

messy
Not knowing what I want but baby I
Can't lose you in my life dearly I
Lost everything I love dearly you

Cheers
As I finish the album I wrote this

words were ringin' louder in my head every since (I promise)
That yellowtail was hotel-level, next time we connect
We hit a spot up that's real special