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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

the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think

head out the grass, then we yanked him
Can't hit this one on the head, so we flanked him
If they don't give me respect, then I make em
Woah, that's just

I get in line with my Chakras
Fly like helicopters
A hippie understands the assignment smoke proper
Finished off the album while the homie was locked

feel
Lil Macs still wonder how a classic feel

I been moving up the ranks like an Alpha male
Albums brought me to the Bank that's without the deal
Told

make album four
Less talkin', I've been workin' more
Better me is what I'm workin' towards
Y'all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court
Oh

Staying focused on the mission, yeah, it's critical
Nova gang, hit them with the pivot, yeah, it's pivotal
Yeah, got my bro Zaiah on the track
Yeah, you

about time
And that is Monee
Put it on the album 'cause I'm 'bout mine
Quite a few came throwing shade
But couldn't outshine
Hella rappers that I hit

a block of parked cars, every Christmas it hit through
Her heart, cause she only had her doggie to vent to

If I could go back, I'd probably ask her to come

years in, my career's far from complete
I got hits boy, it's magic how I do it with ease
Even Nas can crown my illness as King's disease
I'm unbreakable,

Whole team hitting free throws,
Hit another lick,
Then we finna go beast mode,
Everything alright,
Cause we living by the G code,

I'm spitting cause I

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

myself in time to Get off the bench
Fuk what u Calling a diss  
All them shots are a miss
No longer yall come with hits
So yall hop on each other's dick

Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by

that say
What that say
I think you know I ain't even gotta say
What that say
What that say
I think you know I ain't even gotta say
Hit the button ain't

this bitch
I could double that by any means in this bitch
Pop a pussy right I make it bleed in this bitch
She a fein wit the shits

Bouncing on my dick

the window soon as my first rhyme hit
All I can hope is that one of the goats will ever open my quotes
But I know that it's hopeless trying to enter

And I always keep that player shit for the streets
Your man's album hella flimsy, that shit weak
Drapped in some Maktivity for fashion week
She

Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
Word

and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my

release a record without cats sending message
Like has he renounced being Seventh Day Adventist?
I should hit you with a mack truck and say it was bad

this fake rap, I'm about to bring the 90's back
Sitting on a whole album of that,
and it's a classic in my mind, made space for the plaque
I'll fill it

the only source keeping the fucking family straight
Didn't had much, so uncle had to help
No father figure, had to figure out shit by myself
Ain't writing

Release an album in my past thoughts
I feel a pull inside my room from all these mascots
I see a kid within his temper
Making raps inside his room