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pose to do
The World only cruel
As you

Gotta drop an album
Give the people
Some to jam to
Rent way past due
Still investing in the booth
They found me

you won't find out
Imma turn up
Roll one real quick
I'm finna
Burn some
No time for rest we really
On one
Two albums, four months we get that
Work done

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

album and not come out with a classic
All I have is my passion
This rapping gift is a talent
All I do is deliver go check your door for the package
All I

we got shit to do.
We got shit to do
Some of us gotta get up and go to work in the morning,
But you know what, if you live in downtown LA
Come on with

can hardly work when I turn 26
I've been on the road to riches I might catch a speeding ticket
I've been round a lot of women (yeah), but my girlfriend

them take just couple of days
Also that each of my pieces can last but so long
So I'm packing it all in a phrase
Writing this album got me in a craze

You going to work and they got you mopping
Enough for some food but when boo taking ya shopping
You see what she want and you know you cant cop it

But

that shit
gonna bring up my whole gang
Started my own record label and it's under my own name
Gotta work my ass off just so I can set sail

That's why

spoke
Father of the Year
That's a dad joke
All this work I got
I couldn't fathom being flat broke
Y = MX + B and I have slope
Do I smoke? Nah
But in

I was 15, hitting licks, robber
BMX tricks, how I ride for my brother
Feel like Kiev, how I gotta take cover
I don't pay cover, she see the bands so I

mass

life’s a lesson, But ion teach that class

But I can still get paper, and write words

Complete this work, Me & My Curse

Albums all around

Tottenham that was the place that schooled me
And even though everyting's nice now
On the road man still gotta mind out
No long ting if it's beef we can meet

ain't one of those rappers who got a deal man
Quit asking, every milestone you try to conquer
I passed it, every album we drops a classic
That's the way

shit isn't real
Dyin' for some new music, then it drops for a week
Judgin' everybody's work over first-week sales
Then a month goes by, my, look

videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa

language, she ain't want no average, I just
Linked up with BIG LAX and my wrist got colder, you
Niggas pay no bills, your work ain't never met the quota, I

on that Kevin Spacey shit
Of all my friends might be the laziest
How I'm supposed to run this label then?
I gotta work on time maynegement
Uhhh Management

If you askin' me
Easy to see you gettin' bodied by the kid with them stretch marks
If I don't work with you it's cuz ya shit sound like some wet farts

and Smackdown and with NXT 
Then I gotta get my Yen's worth and watch some New Japan 
Not enough hours in the day to satisfy this grappling fan 
Super Strong

not a fan
Claim to empower women by blaming all your problems on a man
Tar all of us with the same brush just because you can 
What happened to I am

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

a break dealing with the stress
Second album in the works nigga did his best
Hit me up to get a feature and I'll do the rest
Send a text to me make sure

Aye
Aye yea
Try to one take this shit
I'm getting over a cold so my voice a lil, na'mean
Album ain't been out twenty four hours
I'm already on this