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And that’s me lonely all in a room
With no one around to talk to, no
I wish on the album I had more to say
Nobody cares bout words anymore today
Oh shit it’s

videos
Make them dope you done knows
But you sniff that shit
then they get a hit.
To sum up your album
We got it Beat with one script
One skit 
in fact

Black love
I don't gotta explain too much
My folks got my back like no one does
Something bout loving you in our native tongue
Opens up possibilities

belongings forgotten

Where I've gotten is not by accident
Faltering faith but its never ment
Influence in this life got us all tryna vent
No matter my faith

yourself
Put yourself to the test and detested the old you
That was overdue, due diligence
Yeah

Grew up around division but now we do dividends
More

Mista Tung Twista

Tung Twista

Runnin' Off at Da Mouth

1991

say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma

was light the fire
To break up in this game
I had a girl for a while
She was the love of my life
Thought we’d have a couple kids
She’d be my lover, my

Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows

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

come for me ready for the guillotine
I'm making headway, heart race, I'm in a far place
Absolutely switch up like I was barclays
38 special flow no dey

j'casse un tour pour finir l'album
J'te termine à coups d'penalty dans la tête
Autodidacte, cultivé sans école
Besoin d'un capteur pour ouvrir la brèche

rocking Chanel
Dom called me up for a feature
Now it's Normal getting murdered
Back then they used to yell
Y'all are hypnotized by the phones
Master ya

than her fishnets
Lighters getting bic'd by this pyro for a quick sec
You said you wanted fire in your life well come and get some
It's coming through

of the billboard, top 20 in 12 months, and I'm a
Son of a bitch for it, new policy, new apologies, new kingdom, new democracy, I'm a king by
Birthright, not

No Mistakes

Classified

Boy-Cott-In the Industry

I got props and pissed on

I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never

my hair called her a rat tah soon
But I don't tell no sorry like a brat'd be doing
Okay
Got your girl on my bed, sorry bro that's my bad
I don't call

an "Encore". Here's a standing ovation.

To me you are the "Greatest".
You do more than the Jays and Waynes did.
Whenever there's rumours your albums coming,
I

first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read

a good party yo thanks for coming)
(Uhh)
I thought I'd blast your eardrums, got you deafened
Get you psyched up, pump the epinephrine
Don't wanna go down

the feeling
With no plaques
Back when albums would challenge acts
Like its cinnamon
Now their stats just need filling in
I'll be the villain in
Industries I

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

Know they told me Won don’t drop an album drop them back to back
Half of these ain’t even all that good its just the last two tracks
Can’t you make

and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]

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