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album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)

A'int shit changed but the loot

Bitch I'm tryna get it like I'm Young Jeezy
Trinidad James if you don't believe me
Bet my album sell still ain't on ya Tv
Momma say she love me hoes

Black lungs, cigars
Act right when I come by, don't think about trying to defy
We not cool, not allied, outsell me, get a B for tried
Bag, I got that

Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough

coz it's Moreish
Hanging with the crackers packing Bags of the Sour
Trafficking that shit never paid by The hour
Swagger black pelican turning up Louder

just like I should
Tima J. is set for life, get that understood
New album out now, go get it, it's hot
You can tell by my sound, that I grew up a lot

I

complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections
By all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember
Babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan

that I thought of
Shot off the chain, like i was sawn off! (Ruhr!)
So i saved 'em; 2 years; stored 'em
School got worse; was culled by the boredom
But I

my growth
I value people close to me and that's my biggest oath
And to my brothers nlyb that's fucking quote
I'm working hard to get respect by all

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

wrist right now
This ain't even on the album, it's a pitch; if it hit, cool
I been getting to the big bits right now
Like (Mmph!)
Young black boy
Trying

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

wanted
Stuck in this hell and she's the only angel that can save me from it
And every time I close my eyes I can see her coming
Brown hair, black jeans,

'cause they don't understand
You can tell by how I walk
Man my pockets filled with green, I don't ever gotta talk
Probably see me in your city, heard it

"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher

What else can we do but roll up another one
And pour out another one

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

To get to the root of my black thought

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

yo Kay.. yo tell my man to get back in the studio man I've got to finish this part real quick...
It's going to be my last track in this album or not

tonight
I eat oxtails and collard greens (are you 'brack' (black)? )
Nah, I'm Taiwanese, bitch! Letme flip the script
Hit this switch Get this chick on my

yo Kay.. yo tell my man to get back in the studio man I've got to finish this part real quick...
It's going to be my last track in this album or not

red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want

black cars
And everyday I see the news
And the problems that we could solve
When a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
I

Spell On You

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Bitch I put a spell on you doing the dark magic

a fly  by night angizwani neyikhova
That OVO logo seem to be your badge of honor
It's about time that I blow
I would commit suicide
So I could go