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This album is made in honor of Michael Kennett Smyth

Mikey was born on May 27th
November 12th he took is estate to heaven
Mikey was a fighter with

tím že jsem starej jako pes
A pořád necejtim se blessed
Pořád se cejtim napíču a chtělo by to rest
Ale na ten není čas, proto spím pět hodit denně
Pokud

of the
To the next part of the album

And he's quick with a smoke
Your smoke
Someplace that he'd rather be
Believe this is killing me
I don't know where this music is

at the world
I got my grass green

And it's that simple
It's that simple right there
Right in front of you
This album ain't for your eyes it's for your ears

a blindfold them niggas call me intrepid
I focus on assists the last part of the game my points too high to beat
This might be the intro to the album that I

phone on dnd 
cs I look out to the sea 
Filled with gratitude 
Cause I achieved my dreams 
My albums gone platinum in a matter of weeks 
Gold plaque is

ahead
Face ya fears and defeat all
Then I woke up and I put in that work
Made my best music, improved it at first
Aint recognize it surprised what a perk

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

tents 
Im a drug dealer without the drugs 
Yeah

Simply just skill dont dare me cuz i will
Write a freaking album ina week oh i will
Insparation from josh

albums on hold 
Hits after hits so I never go Dey fold 
No plan B I risked my life all give music can't afford to fail 

Oo BcBc bless me before November

rapping every verse, but skipped the curses for respect
What these women want from a uh-uh, I project
Then he turned the music down with a look that posed

he is?
Kevin Crowley?  Marshall Mathers of the future?
I wish to shake his hand one day and tell Eminem
That his second album single-handedly

(The intro should be me typing thank you to anyone who bought my album or supported my music)

First things first, I'm sorry that I'm late
Tried

Whoa  yeah

Makin’ music, is what I love to do
If I’ve learned only one thing, it’s to my heart I must be true 

You might drink or smoke, to get

He enters life unfaltered by his dangers, Oblivious to the hardships that lead to fate
Drowning his sorrows with smiles and shutting himself away

what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

me on
Gave my all to dis music
I done went broke a few times
Like should I pack it up and
Switch my focus to a new grind
Album release party ,few

hit by one my lines, could give a fuck about it
Niggas always quick to mash those keys, go write a book about it
I just pop my shit, in real life they

like I am
But now I know the truth, my roots Deep our tree higher 
I'm a black king calling kids royalty, be inspired 
Let this music blast every track

album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are

weights, them jits kept trying the kid
Music on shuffle but I'm pressing skip if I hear a snitch
Delete his whole album out my phone cuz he ain't legit
I

a while
A while later we was talking about some new music and DM's
I was thinking to myself that I'ma make her my BM

So we was just texting for real,

walls
They don't tell it all
Not even close to the whole story
Opened up an album
Got me thinking about my youth
And everything I'd thought I'd lose
Look

been ethereal
Music' where I find a better healing outcome
I could best sell a novel
Rather write an album
The cats out the bag and it
Hopped in