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I say love, you say no
No more organic growth
Baby
I say love, you say no
I don't love you no more
Baby
I say leave, you say bite
I still need you by

tendering my crown boy, 
Best advice, buy some shares, we taking off from the ground possibly,
The way religion is a global currency, 
I might as well start

Ya'll been dying for this album like its going to stretch your lifespan
I take a look at the lyrics I've been writing
Realize how much power I've been

And a bag of chips, swag sick, hating lil' buddy you can fall back
These boys hurting, injury
Long bread over here, deli
Conference calls now, 'cause

of chips like a Pringle
Drop a album
Mixtape
Single
I'm on yo head
Like a roof no shingle
Why you acting so pressed
No wrinkle
I be cutting through the mix

Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit

rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my

we're going up
Mama ya baby boy really growing up
I dropped two classic albums In a years time
If it belongs to anybody then the years mine
Not one bitch

The vibes the vibes
Aye Gage how long it took us to make this beat
Bout dawg on three-four hours
Ladies and Gentlemen introducing my boy Liq and his

live by come with an algorithm
I know it hit like stone
Then throw a towel in it
That last album? Aww man I spent an hour with it
Im into writing stories

you god tier but you can't convince us
Cuz I'm way up chillin on a nimbus
Say you cool but I'm cooler rather I am Frieza
If you got a power I'll make

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

smokes
And I was only seven
Walk to the store Winnie blue fifty pack
And some lollies for good boys
If you bring them back
And I knew I had to get back in

on the realest out how the fuck you do that

Stop frontin on the flow boy my roof back
She been lying on my name but the truth back
The truth hurts you should

Gotta stay on the nice
List
All of that for the ice
Drip
Album soon like clock
Tick
Oh go
Hide the presents
On some psychedelic
Candy canes I can smell it

Aesthetic going Miyazaki
The rap game is a robbery
I was staying at the Amli
You couldn’t see us in the lobby
Niggas murders in the raps
Come around them

Aw, they gon' be mad about this one, boys
Oh well, it'll be alright

Fuck award shows, fuck the radio
And the new up-and-comer and
His female clothes

Times are critical
Although I kick the metaphysical
Sometimes my rhymes flow kind of political
All the real B-boys make noise
Here comes the bomb yo,

were my girl

Boys on the block are either
Getting their blocks shot
Or their shots blocked, they all suicidal
In the gym
In the streets it doesn't

attention, so let's watch it unfold

I guess I f**kin' fuse an indie or a major
Got a new album all day, get you some of this recipe flavor
Off top, 15 beat

live in a cage, I should have learned Muay Thai,
Before I learned how to tie my tie, New World Order making us live a lie,
Just trying to be happy

(Verse)
You made a song, it got no views
Cutthroat at the neck, make a dollar for the dues
Signed to a record, can you tell us the truth?
We know

personally I feel some connections
I'ma keep on comin', this time, I ain't gonna use protection (Wait, that's the line?)
I see your boy rappin', the finger was