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the work yea you see the grind
Yea you see the work yea
Free my fucking brother n**** locked up in the dirty yea
When I heard the news yea
That shit really

ol' lady in the backseat like Miss Daisy
Whoa baby I feel so jaded
Wearing arrogance like an apron
Impatient while I'm pacing
I need to pause for safety

rap
4 fifteens in a bucket. That's a pimp slap
Fuck it! I'm a always do my own style 
If you take a nigga style that's a technical foul now 
Linguini in

back like karma

(Raaa)
Terro giving dem nightmares
Dont drop a song in five years
Come back still fresher than Nike Airs
(Raaa)
Way ahead a dem by

I wasn't gonna say nothing
But now I'm gonna say something
I got the flow and they bumping
I drop a song they say nothings
The liquor that sit in

bitches
We in the 64 like the goldeneye
I gotta move on with this shit,it made my mind tied
Control by a puppet,rain drops hit the bucket
I can't describe

Every bit is flooded
I drop stacks out at Barney's
Lookin' like we at war
I'm wearin' a shirt that say 'Army'
Rambo in a Lambo, Valentino Campbell
For

thru ya city
Im a have to scrape Godzilla off of my sole
Ya´ll drop bullshit, , calling it gold
We avalanche tracks with dope
And ya´ll are all caught

go and punch him in the face
I'm shootin' buckets
Yeah I really get reckless
Baby girl you know that I really can't help this
Baby girl take a ride

went Rogue
Flash back to the past
In case you didn’t know
Your mommy kicked the bucket
Cause you’re too slow
You sunk into your guilt but you
Couldn’t

There'll Come a Day

The Dove Shack

This Is the Shack

1995

bent them corners in my Cutlass
may be a bucket, but fuck it
I'm still on top, and I'm a drop your ass if I have to
gat ya, splat ya up against the wall

Excalibur

Dungeon Family

Even in Darkness [Clean]

2001

after
Let's talk about it 'posed to assimilate, insyncopate
Euphoric you raw superstitions, appear with information
Hesitation, metaphoric in a solid

the muzzle
Who that boy in Maybach by the double?
Out in Miami, I kicked a fine bitch out the car 
Just 'cause her spirit was ugly (I did, Sauce)
We do not

Boulevard Star

Delinquent Habits

Merry Go Round

2000

[Ives]
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star
Life of ink in flesh and mind scars
Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars
Hustle is hand

know about this hear
And know my momma I'm a future millionaire

Nothing but crabs in the bucket over there
I eat them by the bushel
Just season them

making a statement for all my people who believe in
God, this doesn't make sense, I'm forced to work with heathens
cnd endure while they're speaking, new

chicken in a bucket I'm colonel
Bitch sweating me got her pussy on sauna
I don't cheat on purpose can I blame my trauma
Fuck the universe I create my karma

own motor you go as he go
Niggas downfall be that money, pussy, or ego
Crabs in the bucket mentality, that's that placebo
Niggas get to talking off that

Pop the locks in the back lot
Body get dropped to rest till the bag rot
Sendemup pop the Glock like a padlock
Sendemup drop the top
I ain't talking bout

love it 
I'm so right above it 
I'm her favorite rapper 
Kiss her neck and rub it 
Bull shit Ima duck it
Money by the bucket 
Told her I like face so

got stopped
By an addict
With bad habits
And a bad
Vacabuly
Shit fuck
Dagnabit
See what I want
Then go grab it
I’m drunk
In public
I got dope
I know

collected in buckets
Now I carry a pickaxe on my conscience 
I write with a machete and drop bars like they're God sent
That's nonsense bloody good bar though

glistening
And she don't know the lyrics but she listening
She listen to every single thing I drop to this day
Shorty hit my phone
Ask me if I'm free for

Recording this March 2nd, 2022
(Yeah)

It's the return of the main character dawg, I'm back in the mix
Y'all chasing spin-offs or maybe sidequests,