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the image so I could picture me
Never talk a lot, just say what needs the verbiage
Press play on the song and you can hear the sermon
It's more than just

(Ayye JD Lemme Hear That Back)
A million different thoughts live inside my head
I don't complain, I'd rather make a song instead
I can see the future

me now, that my new shit out
On point like Stacey Adams, Cane and a toothpick style

You gotta pay me extra just to take a group pic now
It's all about

No biggie, but, gimme the loot
Adverse stereotypes
Dependant on ya hue
Liberation, I'm preaching what
Collins and Huey knew
This ain't new, colonial

caught up

To my cousin brothers
You know what it is
From the New Era caps
To the haircut trips
To my first performance

Manga sent my song to get mixed

Poor Jewish Syrian immigrant
Just some words the world would give to your image when 
Brooklyn New York started calling your name
Mr. and Mrs. Dweck

I can't get use to this
They say better days they come
But each day go by damn you missed
Could never picture life without you
I might crash out

Stuck on the tragedy my life is a fun
Crying out loud then i made it a song
Speaking the truth but i make it look wrong
Woke up in the world where

all night
Gonna stay up all night
Gonna stay up all night
Gonna stay up all night
The night was rather quiet
We was by the fire
Waiting for the presence

new vibe i'm on electric, yeah
I'm affirming all my blessings, yeah
Tell the world what I'm gone do right before i do it then do it, yeah
Got hate gone

bitch that's called trust
Same shit new hook
Same old situations
Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with

Striking up like lightening
We’re so hyperactive
Turning over to a new leaf
Turning to an automatic
This is gonna to be my time
And I’m gonna have

they're somebody you can tell by how they spend their nights
I'm in the studio, making sure I got it right
And what I'm saying is my life, so I ain't got

believe I'm getting over
New whip, best believe I'll have the best motor
There's not a single bitch that I could be trippin' over
I'm painting a picture

getting lost
Look I thought the rooftop was in Venice
And I Wrote a whole song too
I Barely took pictures
I'm Not sure if Nick did
I'm kinda conflicted
We

know that that's wrong
But come on
She sending me pictures
Lowkey I see her in a thong
Im hanging by a thread
And she stringing me along
And I don't mind

were felt
We split up to pursue solo acts by ourselves
My new stuff grew humorous, satanic
Katastrophe blew up, toured trans-atlantic
I moved to New York

and I and we makin a great team
Get cream
I mean, I'm a real rap feind
Have you heard my new songs man you prolly wanna stream
Like a sonna in the heat

back to see what he really mean
We just hit the scene, in ATL she on her knees
Right after this song yeah it's up on the fee
At the top of the city, it's

Smoking, I be most high
Every time I write a new song, it feel like I'm writing scriptures
Better get a pic with me now before I charge for pictures
I be

like a motion picture
We’re blinded by Smoke ‘n’ Mirrors
And lies that were told to give
A desire to go and buy
All the things we that can't afford
We're

ones with a studio
Brand new PC for the wall mounted plasma TV
Come with surround sound I think
Oh that reminds me a winery
I get all loose and hear

fighting off the split
At my reflection
Embracing the change
It's been getting boring just remaining the same, nah
Challenge myself
Some new shit, gone move

and The Bee
If our love was like a song, it would never need a feat.
I'd hold you by my side, I can’t do no in between
I would treat you like a queen; you’re my