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angels stay with me

Why the fuck you think I named this album pray for me
I need the fucking world to understand that I can't fake it we've
Seen

Let me talk to ya, got them albums finally off the back burner
Digitals & digipacks been flippin' like ya spatulas
Not a single feature either, I

Last call
Y'all made it to the end of the album and shit
It's a dreamer's reality right
I let you in my life
Let me in yours for a moment
Just

Yeah
Y'all know how I like to end it 
Straight bars nigga
Aye
Yeah
Skeyez

Product of my choices
Gone off the shrooms I'm hearing voices
Still

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d’cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
Drive by Aventador

to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still

do it yeah I always known
Always known I've always known
I knew that I would do it yeah I've always known

Team said the album ain't do the business

my ass
This shit is wack, why you talk like you really gonna snap?
You better stop before I just Run It Back
Huh, now c'mon
Lost on a lonely road,

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

knife hit's
This life isn't priceless
Y'all back home the reason I'ma write this
You a lame, lame, it's a shame, shame
You took your picture outta

Dean
If Tron say "fuck you"
You know I'm on Jimmy team count money
Why I see fame? Feel like Slimmy B
Hunnid ARs
Hunnid Glocks with 'bout fifty beams

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

The funny thing about me
Is I don't do that much
I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch
Y'all wanna see me flop, but I swear
It's all love i

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type

on him
Mum comes home to a house
Surrounded by blue tape
And a bag of police try to stop her coming in
Confusion, pain, anger, suffering
I understand why

(Bobby Soxer)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four
Fight
Stick to the B-E-A T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y T
Catching all the lights

these beautiful women follow
Wherever I go
Million dollar deals on the table
Just a couple years ago
I couldn’t pay for cable
Growing up surrounded by

I'm kickin' it off the top
Like I did back with Sway
And this is how we do it, RattPack all day
R-A double T-P-A-C-K, B-O double B-Y
They may not know

nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was

know I cried (yeah)
I said you know I cried (yeah)
I just can't see why (yeah)
Why they had to die (yeah)
Now I'm dead inside (yeah)
Should be by my side

cremo els albums i pum
this is my room

si et dic que no entris, doncs surt
imposes only your true
al voltant tinc murs x2
i no em coneixen, sóc Santa

do, I'm gonna give it to you
Now I don't wanna be right, but hip-hop is dying and this album is vintage

The image you see is not a mirage, I've been

and he caps
and hes a junkie and hes gassed
thats why u dont see me when them man
wish somebody break their kneecaps
yo beat box
boom bap
negro
quiet cell