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Here Come The Squad,
Its Time To Get Ghost...

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
If You Wanna Stay You Get Beat By A Pig,
Fuck That Shit Cause' Where I Live,
My Boys Got

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

Lava Pit

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

Intro
How the fuck did you get in my castle

Chorus
Murder

Jesus dude
But fuck what you said ain't no peace with you
When I reach hell it'll prolly be by suicide
Cause ain't no way in heaven I'll be crucified

kid needs a story to go to sleep
It's just a Johnny Cash album on the record player playing old songs for you and me
Take a polaroid picture then put it

'Fore they put me on stages
'Fact if we go further back
Then I think I can trace it to
Family drives, down the old coast road
Where they all row boats, in

the archives
Sketch pad filled with pieces that thrived
Sketch pad makes you realized
Sketch pad helped me stay al stay alive
Stay alive is what I live by
Ain’t

in rehab by the way
Oh that's quite a story, she wanted to stab me (with the kitchen knife)
So now i'm fapping alone, the feeling's weird about my cat

far until
I made Sandia and it was time to get goin
I thought I'd have an album or two out by now
I'd thought I'd still be studying
In school right now

based world all day man
Lil B, like i say i can change rap
I can change music and
I can change the world ya feel me?

I'm just cleaning up i'm riding by

media
Identity is infinity, repeat after me:
I got a psychoanalytical multisensory
Concept double-album with fractal symmetry
You get that? (Nahh)
You

can't afford to live the right way
Then I guess you've got no choice, we'll do it my way
(Ooh!)
(Right, right, so then I wait a second, and then I hit

skills in solitude
Finna set 'em free on all of you
Working with my team, Cray-B and me
And we take care of all our dues
And we 'bout to move, these bars'

to sleep
Cause they are eager to eat
Thousand albums per week
Where am I gonna live?
But I handle the beats, and the mix
So the master gonna kill, yeah
Last

Ya
Fax Lane on the game, man
You know what we doing, man
Ya
Let me get in this thing, it's been a little ago
I was having some fun, maybe locked

bands tho
Sitting here cooking this album up
School time gotta get the kids woke
Gotta shake off this angel dust
Sprinkle just a little for my kinfolk

Now that you've listened to the album
I'd like to cordially invite you
To the last night of your lives

Hell can't take me
But heaven wouldn't either

this on paper
All I get is the paper
Albums up in the skyscraper
Waiting to be released later
Don't talk to me if you's a hater
Yung
Thiccity Boi
Yung

live and learn until you get through
By the back door you were watching as I ate
I had a couple bites but it left a sour taste
I wish it wasn't easy but

Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop

don't even know me
And puts me under lock
I make one hit song but nothing else pops
Now the label mad I didn't make
What the album cost (Oh well)
I might

a zip 
Stoop n a fifth scarface hooligan sick 
Who can see this best friend losing his wig 
And I cant save him so its killing me through music i live agh

Feel like I'm close
But I ain't making a dime from this
If words can move mountains
just imagine all the devastation
Caused by people with minimal

First things first fuck every single one of ya
Richer by the second c'mon throw that dirty money up
The world is cooking sunny up
Neighbors waving a gun