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brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity

The rent money’s due
The rent money’s due

I took my money and invested in gold 
In other words, myself my soul I sold 
For devilish reasons, I’m

think of an album name
Questioned the connection like a membrane
It's insane
Then it hit me
Like a hurricane
Each track was a daydream
Resulted in a brain

the pop, or the crackle sound
Just know that it's not an album skip
Now I really wonder if I gotta die
Tellin' police see you on the other side
Throw out C4

I saw a vision the other night
That didn't sit right
And she told me all about her dream's
That nightmare was disguised
Told me that she saw me die

that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it

The game gave me a name
Know them motherfuckers feel me
I spit the truth
I make em dig to the root babe
When I’m in the booth
That other shit it get the boot

a tiger by his toe
If he hollers let him go
Turn you to a vegetable
It's time to put in work, blood on my shirt
Time to hit em hard, and show em my purpose

wrong
Your boyfriend hit me said he want to do a song
Come by the studio your wifey should be coming home
Hop on his song and I talk about the things that

Coulda been a trainer they way I studied for the Kin
From crazy starts
They my heart
deserve to see a happy end

others had an upper hand
Coming from

a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was

passive
Set it up where i can gain
Don't need my income active
I'm climbing up the ladder
I can smell the money
I plan to hit these other countries
Just

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

enough to get a good album budget
I need the world to hear my thoughts while I'm allowed to reap from it
I got hit with cannon fire and I survived
I was

This the prelude to the album
This is everything
If you can actually pay attention
Imma tell you everything
What do you want to know

Fuck it this

giving it It was a give or take duck out
Hit the corner up at the rec it was tough route
Never again will I take something that I know nothing about
My

to bleed
I need to set these demons free
Alive since 95 I learned to write by 99
A youth writing lyrics I was spitting by 05
30 albums were released when I

tossin it
With all the problems in this world man it softens it
The music getting louder by the years
Drop a eight track album now I'm showing up my peers

you talk shit and get hit, with this lyrical slug, you little bitch
Been around the world
Seen a lot of thangs
Still questioning this life
What does

all of my fears
Tired of grinding my gears, or looking for other folks cheers
I'll die by myself, climb to the top with nobody to help
Still feel alone,

back on my feet for some weeks finally going away from this villain shit
And now they be talking away, till I ask for some features I throw on an album

the grass
Rats and  scalywags in the bushes
They still ain't on the album, no matter what button saques pushes
Y'all niggas on some bullshit
I'm on point like

Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
*Each of these songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very

creation,
Only person mad is that gosh darn croation,
You want the full album already? Shh, be patient,
My other songs talk about spyin' on girls like