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with his journals
The trigger was pressed
By lingering stress
Of can I make money and not be commercial
I handled my ego
And turned to the people
Who

Living by divine design 
Everything I want is free 
I feel like I hit the lottery 
c lot of tree
Got me feelin' high
That's where I gotta be 
My momma

this again and again till niggas accept the improvement
Got me feeling like Kendrick baby it depends if you gone fuck with me
I already got plans and you

the cities catch  me workin' pop out with it
Knowing if I get up off this drank I won't go to sleep
Say that it's a love story well I call this Jodeci
Yeah

the crowd
My momma go crazy
I know that she proud
Know a few niggas who want me to fail
Infinite pennies for they wishin wells
Infinite enemies
Wishin em well

mistakes
I am not my sin
Focus more on what I make
Tryna take it day by day
Sacrificed a lot even with the same outcome I'd do it all again
I'm just tryna

a favor and she got straight to work
Paying my dues by working more than I’m supposed to
Always Racing with time they saying “I miss the old you”
I buried

Reel Girls

Bun B

Vacation in Hell

2018

hundreds, don't embarrass me
How a nigga deckin' but he's pimpin' so casually
Slow sipper, 'bout to go gorilla with my mans and them
Riding slow 'cause I

friend on the news
I'll say it again and again
Bad B wan' whine and kotch
Just copped the new dots
Will you hold this skeng?
My browning from Farm block's

Trying to get a mention
Hoping one day I’ll be the best fucking artist you ever listened
I go from controversial comments to the body being like a prison

to say I been feeling so-so
Walking down a cold road
I don't know where the road go
Up and down with my emotions, something like a pogo
Usually I'd light

know like spending someone's money I am indebted to you bro
She's my hero let it go I'll spit it raw fuck an edit
Listen to the lyrics hear the message

to murder every track with the rhyme scheme
And for the time being 
I'll let it marinate on your dome 
Some type of ventin' while I'm stressin' (Yeah)
Cause

Here we go
Hey coronabitch it's the time this virus is 
Hyped as I
Am about that apple pie it's
Right by quite
A wide range of Items I am
Eyein

get
I'll kick yo bitch out that lil nasty ass stench
I talk my shit it stink but she love the smell of me
She a crazy bitch, I can tell by what she

to choose
and I been doing shit I wanna do
But everybody leaving, how bout you?
I don't wanna hear you talk again
You been ruining friends
Already know that

it's really meant to be
Then shit I'll return another day
Getting in stupid arguments everyday
Aye look I'm done with that
Bringing up them rumors
Man

Roller coasting up and downs that's the story of my life
As we maintain we keep on working as the days go by

100 Grand:
Yeahhhh
I'm jiggy you feel me
You

If I'm on the beat then it's slicker, you niggas should use it as grease
I'm bad with technology, but I will alt you, control you, delete
I should go

Yes Indeed

Black Menace

Mo Drama

1999

the way I done her, reppin' in front her friends,
Talkin' bout how I fucked and how I could fuck her again,
Waitin' to spin the bin with a thug nigga from

it over again, come on
This what I’m doin till my dust is bitten
This the life I worked for, I swear ain’t nothing given
But with these blessings come

knowledge
Purple with bubbles (in) my cup, ain't no lava lamp
I'm finna yam that bitch in like I'm Ja Morant!
He said he hard, but that's not what his momma

up
He been with me since birth
Knitted me in my momma womb
That was my first tomb
Lord said let there be light
And I woke up
Stood tall
Not a demon in

Yeah, So Brooklyn Challenge
Shout-out to Casanova
I'll tell you about my city and where I'm from (Upstate, New York)
I go by the name of .S.B, hey