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documenting paperwork
This the album of the year, real ones gon' play it first
Put your threes in the air, if you know you can't be cursed

Came a long way from

pleading the fifth
Pray for the crib and I pray for the kids
Pray for the life and the way that we slid
Pray for my brothers and cause we off the grid

listening to albums
Or vibin' to the bassline when driving down the coastline
Road trips where music was the soundtrack for summer
But now soon as you drop

about wealth
To do what you want
Cause In that casket you all by yourself
The streets taught me life lessons
But it put me through some rough shit

You sneak diss again
Send yo bitch ass right to da cemi
Look
Right next to yo brother
That's where you gon be
Them shells was hitting em up
Bro pop

my words i hope that I'll be compensated tenfold
But you know that by the crackers all the money is controlled
So I'm hoping that they fucking with

I just want to see what we can make
And if we can draw the most out from the less
I wanna be friends
I wanna be more than friends
I wanna be brothers

them Mario brothers
Is the shell red or blue, I'm worried bout the colors
Rock his ass with a pill, yeah I cleaned his fuckin' gutters
Dropped an album

on papers, I sit by the window
I be bondin' with robbers and bitches
My brother had told me to slow down
They know I be bondin' out killers
I put a skeleton AP

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

damage
Neck is covered in diamonds, got the green paper like some cabbage
Lil' brother moves so silent, you don't wanna mess with a savage
Ratchet, boujee,

really my brother dog
And Nino been my hitter since before he had a gun at all
I'm running off, the game don't owe me nothing but my damn heart
Always

my brother
On the way by school we was smoking
I got racks in my jean called me Glocky
That bitch she a clown I don't need her
Go, go lemme see a ya go

your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one

pas le journal, mais la grosse étoile
Ça a commencé step by step maintenant c'est juste des gros étages
Au départ c'était un trois et demi, ça fini

came straight from a lame
Now my check look like there's a typo
Now that bitch look like I gave it life, oh
Now I'm workin' on an album, it's the fourth

alone I'm with you
After I drop this song hope I heal you
By the time I drop the album hope I healed too

Time gon go time gone move on
Don't even know

winner
But your off season
Has been all season
And that 7 song album all felt like teasing
Will they believe in me
Or will they all be leaving
Cause y'all

I've been driving state to state so I could catch a feeling
I ain't catch that feeling so I made an album about it
While I'm making Peter made

& mellor d
Tc my brother
We look to the cross so we handle the fya
And big up rise online
Yeah we drop lines that fly
Album coming out soon
Zoom in
Focus

State house
Immortal with the style brother ain't nobody killing me 
You need a C section you can't handle my delivery
Grime reaper type of flow the way

brother rode off
And told me: "Nigga, go off!"
'Cause they been tweakin' on me like I'm not gon' let a load off
Must think I'm pussy or something, I don't

Think I can do it like K Dot.
Think I can do it like Cole
Count 'em, six albums to my name by twenty-one years old
Straight up from the 'TUC' y'all know

the pharisees stayed  away from  
Until Jesus came  and said them that  this is still my son ! 

I made an album but I cancelled it , climbed up to the  ladder ,