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that made the difference between hits and album flops
And being the toughest act follow
Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo
The apollo's just

coaster
Started out by the ocean, now I'm blessed to be chosen
Holdin' it down, it ain't ever finished 'til it's posted

Puttin spikes through these prawns

the gamble
Mix a whole sample and never put it on the album
I was in shambles until I made this banger
Hey, Connor
I know it's been a lot
We just want you

by mistakes, I think the devil out to get me
Ten in my pocket ain't have me enough to get lemonade and a fish plate
Ain't f** with you got b** ways
If

your bodies drop when I drop me an album
Grateful to Ben and I'm grateful to God
Grateful to Timmy that boy Ifidon
Look how he speak and then look how he

of the Ocean song. 
-	Dash, Thank em' for bein an influence, next best thing reference
-	Dash, verse 2 can be about my writing process, Beyonce line, verse 3 can

Cali
Kaali
Rhumba Rhythms
Feeling kinda
Nice
The Ocean
In your eyes
Devotion in your eyes
Emotions in your eyes
I see it
No Surprise
She open with

as aldoran
(Destroyed?)
Trippy within my mind, just like an album made by Pink Floyd
Somebody call them a hearse
No time to rehearse
I need to reimburse my

plate of food, i put the napkin on my lap cuz I be dropping jewels/
Tryna get da fly crib with the ocean views, and my bitch say she gold if I go fa 2/put

infinity feeling me, clingy shit
Gorilla grip, I'm clipping it
You Rap(Rob) Dyrek's, you ridiculous(ridiculousness)

I got this rap shit by the throat
I'm

a blindfold them niggas call me intrepid
I focus on assists the last part of the game my points too high to beat
This might be the intro to the album that I

Gotta get my shots off
Dunkin, get my hops off
No rest, I can't nod off
Cookin up like hot sauce
Album gonna drop drop
Workin just for God God
And I

to the riches is a motherfucking motion
Like you was in a yacht but the ocean is frozen
And the album is broken and the writings are open
And my words are alive

niggas Ghandi
Album never see the light of day
I know the radio won’t be a Yandhi

Pearls on me like some prayer beads
Paper thicker than Quarans big Glock

your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday

on the beach.

Respecting each other's homes keeps us ALL safer, cleaner and healthier.  

This album is filled with songs about our friends in the ocean. You

to
They didn’t getting it, yeah, our style’s too niche
They’ve never been to ‘straya eating shapes on a beach
So even though we were divided by an ocean

he is?
Kevin Crowley?  Marshall Mathers of the future?
I wish to shake his hand one day and tell Eminem
That his second album single-handedly

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

The message through the bottle 
Grab the Devil by the horns full throttle 
Lightning striking twice ain't too odd 
When you're looking for a sign from your god

I dedicate this album
To my wife
Tina
Never upset cause I set the goal high
Never slept on the dream you said go try
Go fly you said go high every

throat
508 To ocean state, was born and raised, I come from Rhode Island
Consider addressing me as the G.O.A.T, am I wildin?
Spitters boat riding I'm stuck

Inhale the smoke, take a toke
Come float in my ocean, there's room in my boat
Twist the rope, make a note
One day we all croak but there's always

mind
An archaeologist, dusting off ancient relics
Lyrical gems, taken from ancient tombs
Rhymes killed in the womb
By these capitalist baboons
Destroying