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depression took a lot of courage
I pray by this time that you've been encouraged
As I take out the pain that was locked in storage
Hope the moment you listened

sick
Like a mental erection
Lyrically inclined
Words so divine
Pennies for your thoughts
Other than a dime
You wanna spit this
But only for a profit
You

motherfuckin' money when it's physical
Talkin' out your neck gon' get you checked by how we spinning you
No pressure what we did to you

Let me calm down in this

album with no feats

I feel like poppin in your bitch
Your bitch she fondin of my wrist 
She said no condom want my kids
I put my heart up in this bitch
I

beat 





Keep pushing 

Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson 

Produced by 6ix 





Let’s go baby

The world is yours kids

Be good human beings

your greed?
Maybe I’m sick of this shit, maybe I’m quitting this shit
Maybe after a year making the album, I was never pleased
But me being good in your

scared scared to meet my maker
I give a piece of mind and I do it by the acre
A honest humans rear I've seen a lot turn into traitors
Trust is a gamble

Than you escape  life’s finally good 
Than your like holyshit I’m 2 years from adult hood 
The fear and pressure pulls you in like a cult would 
I know I

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right

is that one day my mind will let it all go
I mean how long could I possibly have the control?
I felt like writing an album because I got the vision
But

stupid enough?
Internal suspension of the youthful mind leads to a BACKFLIP
Has anybody else dropped?
It's your head too
Eway
Metaphysical corridors
Has

On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones

Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you

ain't right in they
Mind, I mean let alone writin' they lines
But take this i'm the only artist you know
Can sing to your bitch
And then talk back greezy

I was born a complex kid

Ahead of the pack I been leadin em Alpha's a title I bleed for em
One day I'll sell all my albums on vinyl then sleep to em

who sit by rivers and vibe and try to 
Write out they're mind without cutting a wire that'd
Spiral their lives into miles of despise
But it's fine

(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with

on every melody
Let it ride on every word
Let Your presence be made, manifest in every home
That this album is played
Father, we're asking for more

spit like this
Learned to move in silence
Don't need witnesses
I'm with the shits
Mind your own business then
A gifted kid
Just by the way that I do it

I'm in your mind
I'm talking 'bout Royce, Eminem and N9ne
Talking 'bout Marshall, Aaron and Ryan
Following them 'til the day I die, following them 'til

Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can

Don't call the fuzz
Give me a buzz
To drown out the taste
I don't want the booze
To just go to waste
This is the time
You tie up your shoes
And run

of no snitching
Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur
I be diminished
By the metaphor, in the following sentence
I told you I does it a dozen times

mastered
Armed with the arsenic pen for the
Men that wanna beg friend
Or pretend it is them that
Stand what I stand for
Step in the ring get banged by

What's love, this is love right here
Been working my ass off
Droppin' three albums this year
I'm a perfectionist, I ain't dropping shit till it's