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with classic, i’m at this, like bars wrote at the Atlas
I’m rapping this so hostile, I might just start a fire flow
I’m blowing off my steam,

I just dropped the top up off my whip, now I'm gettin' lit
People askin' for another album, know it's gonna be a hit
Your friend is tryna rap, he

when no one would
Lying side by side, you’d think you’d know
My hand in yours is how my feelings show
You ask me to say something sweet but I don’t

mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

a bae who exacerbated anxiety like no other
That's an album worth of discussion
All you need to know for this song?
She saved a nigga, real talk
I

Christ is first not selling no album
I turned on the tv and what did I see

Church on every view how could this be
Hollywood Lord spoke to me between 1995

Guns Cocked

Choobakka

My Time

broke when I wrote this song
most of the niggas by my side, they don't belong
but I kept then there (why is that?)to prove I was strong
now you could be

chance I advance. Even if I'm stuck, I'm sticking to the plan
Sticking to the script, That I wrote. Some years ago 
I just live by the code. That's all

to
And I know I could get through life without you by my side
It’s been 4 months now and I’m still crying but
I can take my things and walk myself home
I

Album of the year man I could vouch
That would be me braggin to much I gotta chill out
Man I can't be flexin out my ass
Man I know about the doubt
Ay

wrote a bunch recorded it all in the lab
And i did it by myself only a couple homies truly put in work and really helped
Plus my family would actually

the spot just to celebrate let them hate evolutionary how we elevate
What a time to be alive
I wrote this on a dinner napkin after my last show at nectar

know
This game is much bigger than me
I recognize and respect all the ones that came before
And how they wrote
To get themselves through tough times

like every rapper I'm inspired by
I'm flying high, past you and your ride or die
And I got mine, 5'5 with some fire thighs, damn
Man stop acting like

god took my hands and wrote this shit for me
I got a job, got off my ass
and got some more money
Patience getting thinner when you know
That you a born

state, what I heard, somebody should show her around
Yeah I prolly threw my hoodie up and payed 'em no mind
I prolly played my favorite album like I did

for you
I've learned to move on and I've learned to love
I'm writing this album in attempt to be noticed by you
But I never even thought that I don't

when duplicating stupid way I squash a set
Loss of breath occurs when you watch the vet rocking yes, I confess
I hit your studio with rhymes I wrote in

“no”
I put down everything
and wrote an album about letting go
now my heart is free,
and don't you know that man is loving me

curmudgeons get bludgeoned with rhymes made for the lovin
Listened to by your mother, your sister and your cousin
Does it rap? It doesn't, I've spit a bakers

many fans I can forget about the hate
Not saying there's no hate
But I need to forget and create 

Oh and I just dropped my third album 
In the first

way
My way
Good times and blood stains
I'll go out with a bang for the final show
Just remember me by my notes and songs I wrote
All my imperfections,

ain't no letting up
High knees we stepping up
I be with the flexing up
Find me never given up
Living the legend I wrote for myself
And I'm doing it daily