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Y'all know me, still the same old queen but I been Loki 
Hated on by most these crackers with no cheese, no skills and no G's 
No synths and no keys,

front is a D 
Got me looking for the keys 
I need to buy some beats 
Don't like calling women bitches 
So right now they go by Bs
My grades look like

album by me
Then bye
Homophone
I get a call reiterating the same
Thangs
It's real homo on this phone
Then God told me

Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen

stories
For albums I did the same
Wait a second let me back up
Back in 8th grade I had visions I would stack up
All the nights spent thinking how to get my

started to work 
On my first album 
No beats 
Just rhymes 
My head was crowded 
I like to reminisce about dudes 
I listened to 
And still do 
I listen

But I’m thankful for the ones who stayed by my side
It’s kinda lonely on this road but I ride alone
One minute yo, a nigga hear next one you’ll be gone

just know I'm the attacker
I won't take nothin from a broke ass fake
This album be hyped like Eternal Atake
You roll up on my block tryna start beef
Ima

visions getting blurry, ya’ll
Ain’t got no worry, nah
Bitch I might, be making hundreds be making thousands
All by the hour - don’t question how I got it

Ay
(Ay)
Who you think you are
(Huh)
Telling me my music's wack
(Yeah, it sucks)
Pshh please, get outta here
(No)
Ayo
Tell me what I don’t know
(What)

exposed
You thought this was an album but this shit really blows
Back in the 8th grade you used to have the fattest nose
You a nasty bitch because you

find myself at the same time struggling just to get by i ain't have a damn dime
But my hustle don't stop keep going, in a whip and yo shit repoing
Heard

make an album people thinking that I've fallen out
I contemplate my dreams and I hear the people feeling doubtful bout my future 
They don't see what's

wrote an album titled Burning
I took the heartbreak and I turned it into somethin’
Instead of watching my entire future be crumpled
I wish I could tell

joke
Maybe if I could go back
I'd cherish all the time we had
8 years just went by so fast
How? I don't know
But you've made up your mind
And I've made

to yo house
That's what i told her
We we could grow older
Put our pictures in a folder
Make an album no promoters
I know the
Summers could get colder

colors like a Basquiat
A narrative with no affiliation
Wit these amateurs
Ambassador
You don’t even gotta adjust ya aperture
Spectacular
Can you turn

on to the next before a week goes by 
I give credit only where I see that credit is due 
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave

yo' lil ass couldn't try on, uh
But we can let bygones be bygones
Or keep beefin', but yo' ass is gonna say goodbye son
Please don't make a threat that

bobby hill
D-84 you ain't gonna get no skill
Especially if your next album is a stick man ninja
Your so fake your own career gave you the hamma
Apparently

we gotta do something
about these stressed angers
but we can't do nothing
cuz we're controlled by rangers
stranglers
who work to cut us off
to keep

she gonna drop it 
You just the plug but what's the plug without the socket 
Don't fw lames these hoes be scared they outta pocket 
I Mix Dior wit

represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don

thoughts, let’s move on
Hold on to the dreams in the morning
Write that shit down to pay homage
I might go ham like her subway
Don’t get in my lane like

creativity 
What happened to metaphors and meaningful rhymes?   
"Yeah I feel ya, I think I know somebody who'll impress ya though
He goes by the name of CB