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of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let

of applause for Mr. Quay Miller
(Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes)
On November 10, he released the most streamed and controversial album
That will keep you on the edge

inside your head in 
your mind i'll will pollute it

To the gangster life it
 stay real in i salute it

You say that you a gangster but 
somehow you can

that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we

I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your

So I'd have time to see the secrets in your mind
You ain't got to say nothing nah baby keep those lips closed
Let's go to the islands where there ain't

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

The L.A.B album drops
I won't promote by doing in stores
I'm out at night on the highway painting over your billboards
So what I'm a glory hound cause I tore

to the O, I OD on the news
If you D to the O then you not gonna lose
I was spittin' lumbars bout a week back, I can see that
Need some feedback, put your feet

where ya been? Checking for your new songs daily
The wait gets worse by the week
I wonder where ya been, I wonder where ya been
I Hear it all the time,

She a freak lil girl
Didn’t know you were like that 
Try to stir the pot, the only way you gon write back
Penny for a thought in the notes of your

a gangsta, the album is scary
I'm Malcolm, I'll get down if necessary (necessary)
By any means - in which
you breathe in the mic is the reason you left with

I've been keeping quiet, stuck inside my lonely mind
Don't tell many people that I write my music on the side
Keeping secrets to myself, I guess that

I was told by all my teachers I have instability. I move alone and in silence because I live in this city
I'm pretty antisocial, not much life in my

I’m satans twin
Or Jason with chainsaw blades again
I fucking blew the
Minds of all of the students
With all my spewed shit
You could see I’m pissed by

and your world goes dizzy
Next album will be a show of freaks
No live streams, but I do do things
In the jungle taking with pigs
But it never crossed my

You need help and boy it’s urgent
I’m a monster like a serpent
Imma kill you right now
And make sure you 'gon die a virgin
Selling albums like

on your 
album 
I thought you was wilin', bustin your guns and running The Island 
You wasn't violent, you was a child trying to get college credits

Traumatized by shit I seen or heard
But making it just fine
Still question it like why?
Why you always call me when you're lonely?
Why you never call me when

like Belichick when he put Malcolm in the middle'
And the algorithm simple
Destroy 16's and put out albums 'til you triple your net worth
Hit the club,

to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see

at an acute angle
Hitting all the degrees of your assossole's triangle
You're my angel would you mind if I kissed your design
Put my hands on your behind
While

Yeah
I don’t really fuckin know
Yeah (Plug your ears)
I don’t need you
Fuck it I don’t need you
Maximize my wealth so I can shop at bijou
Need some

while you driving up your sales I been perfecting my art

I don't like to talk a lot, me and all my homies gettin'
I might have to take you down
I don't

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty