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the streets/
Thinkin they can sell out a show by sendin a Tweet/
I aint fuckin wit producers overchargin for beats/
700? Now ya track sound garbage to me/

I

with it
When we first met promise we was so indifferent
I'm seeing post break up actions and you so different
Live ya best life, it hard for you
I'm

under my own name
Takes so many takes
I'm just praying that them labels got room for two more
Two gems on the seashore
Ascencion of the two kings
A hero

Aura resemble the skeezers
I need LSD by the liters and custies like
Mickey D's calling for the ten pieces
You're just a cuddy
Married to game me

I've been underrated overhated
Locked in a cage humiliated
Lied to bad by the ones I loved
Been hyped up then manipulated
I've lacerated then prayed

in school niggas
Didn't wanna sit by
Now I call the shots, nigga
I don't let shit fly
Bitch, that's honest (that's honest)
If a rapper want beef swear

can't do the same
We work hard, for the things that we do
Niggas unlike you, we steady paying our dues
We creeping and crawling
Your city getting riches

up or man down
Stand up or stand down
Hungry got ah tummy growl
Preparing myself for when the money pile
So come now or later hell or high water

speak about it
It's always a hater tryna speak about me
I be thugging by my lonely like I'm Speaker Knockerz
I gotta keep going hard I know my people got

shit niggas pay to see
I get paid at least
With your bitch you gonn pay the fee
But I lay for free
Rose gold Sensei
Make the money moves like I'm Efe

him straight to hell
Devilish grin
Ill do it again
Bust his head in the Benz
But I never flip the script
Hold it down for my dogs
No you'll never see me

are fake and retarded
Take their smartest remarks for the fuckin' sake of restarting
I'm gettin' hard as a mother fucker, you see what you started
Don't

Jackson
Thirty for thirty
Mac Lethal killed everything
Hard nose like the narcos down in Medellín
Is every single rapper a thug?
If you ain't rapping about

Feel the switches long John by the Pippy
They'll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor trippin'
Muggin' hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines

chain
I'm better now, better than before
I never close my eyes
So it won't go out the door
I promise I won't change - no cars, galore
No money, no issue,

heart
All alone wasting all my money on carts
Trying to keep it together
But it’s hard when your so fucking lost
Heaven Or Hell can’t decide
Which line I

truth
Wasn't born with you, prestige, yes indeed
Pourin' the juice
Pray for mercy, you heard me, grip
Now you worried sick
Your talk is Murray slick
I

played out underhanded comments
I don’t go the Willie Mays route
Stay out you fears
Man I got too much to say now
Companies tryna buddy me for money
Ain’t

freeze
Drop to your knees and beg 'em please Lord
Forgive me for gripping a semi now
When searching for God all I
Ever do is stare up
While Satan sending

here dying for attention
They can’t troll us
We did it by ourselves, nobody can control us
My mans on parole but he
Still keep a pole tucked
Your mans

hard, where my Dipset chain, kid
I be in Harlem like the Bartendaz
Doing pull ups on the bar
All the broads gettin'
Catch me in the city with the Mets

the CIA used LSD
Type in MKULTRA
It's right there for you to see
The operation was sanctioned in 1953

This is the deprogram
Armor of God on me so I'm
Not

Three lines three AM jus' flyin' by
Try catch me out, you won't do shit you not that guy
World gone crazy Ja Morant tryna slide now
World gone crazy

a check

I knew my life was so hard
All of my problems be doubling
All my thuggers be troubling
All my dollars be doubling

Heard you onhouse arrest
So I