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on the list with the best above all the rest
Call this my presidential address
And I got 80 minutes to spit it to give you a feeling
To say some shit that maybe
got Jackson Cannery
(Whoa)(Come on)(Whoa)(Whoa)
(That's pretty good, try it again)
(Whoa)
It's 4 in the morning
Mother don't know
That I'm
got Jackson Cannery
(Whoa)(Come on)(Whoa)(Whoa)
(That's pretty good, try it again)
(Whoa)
It's 4 in the morning
Mother don't know
That I'm
bout to bless it
1942 I pour it up I like the best shit The liquor in my system I just wanna see you naked
Call me baby boy but I still beat it like I'm
it all over again
Like this '03 and this is Get Rich
My album come with a full length movie
Feautered film, I'm like Prince right now
Man it's like
Thompson in game 6, Michael Jackson
Album 6, this that devil flow bitch, I see this devil in a new dress, I'm scared as I run away
She's not a pure soul
through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos
time
Soul and energy to delivering
The best product that
They knew they could there’s a lot
Of psychology that goes into it what can
You give to human
grub)
Can't fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (let that boy breathe)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
Got 'em turning white, call that Michael Jackson
Pull up to the function with that Jackson action
It's crazy how fast I can switch up but I ain't
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul
I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
the heroes like I'm Dr. Doom
Smoking hella spliffs all fucking afternoon
It get hard to breathe when at this altitude
It get hard to win but
Do that shit by
2300 Jackson Street
2300 jackson street
2300 jackson street
2300 jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my
'cause damn it I'm still the
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
(No lie) I might be
The best to ever do it, the best
Where The Best Died
I Live That Bug Lyfe, You Nizzaz Smoking Pesticide
If It Wasn’t For This Rap, I’d Be Dead, In Jail Or Somewhere Selling Smack
Rich
Give it to 'em with no edits
Keep it rough around the edges
If I stumble during the rhyme my dj'll just scratch the record
Bars going to make you
and feeling really near bro
I been feelin' in album mode
So sweet, like it be à la mode
So street, I guess that's how my fashion go
Yeah I keep it a hundred
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
If you ain't stepping wit me
Ima step by myself then
Andrew Jackson and Ben Franklin my best friend
Snakes in the grass keep yo steal toes
the pudding you can go check on our numbers
I can't speak on too much its another album coming
I ain't never needed much make something out of nothing
If you
Cuddaz
Camoflage all on the Flag
If you ain't know by now Pedastal we gosta swag
My Crew The Best and we Run it up Ain't never know Love so Who give
Couldn’t have been made
Without a certain amount of
Desire vulnerability and
Faithwe did it may this album
Touch somebodies life right
When they need it
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