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desire
These bitches be fake for the gram straight lyin
Do what it take ima live by survival
Tryna stack bread no time
Hadda go hit up mall prime
Hopped

you was cut before the try out
Switching lanes in my new toy, real version of my school toy
Neighbours staring guess its too loud, want a picture man

all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working

shoulda knew you would lie
Fuck it I aint got no wife
Fuck it I aint got no wife
I gotta live by my life
I gotta do this shit right

City on back like a new

genius
Paintin masterpieces like I'm Rembrandt
Cept I got my pen in hand
Can I get a

I haven't left this room in a minute
Eight hours in the studio gettin

through

I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go

(Mans shut down when he heard my tings)

These niggas can't admit it but they old news
Tryna hop on to my wave when they all snoozed
Chain up on my

on by deep, childhood traumas, sometimes the most outlandish explanations made the most sense. You try living in a state of mind where you’re never really

I'm going rambo in the studio in the booth going to war like Falljah
This game I spit is like money I give free bandz to these losers like Future
My

Strictly Genteel

Frank Zappa

Strictly Genteel: A Classical Introduction to Frank Zappa

movie. he rented the studio, had all th
Heesy sets built...it's so moche!. he's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by

shadow work to bring the lightness
raised by the borough how you questionin our guidance
tight grips on push bikes pedallin the night strip
rappin

outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we

naked out in Jersey, baking turkey wings
Maybach green burgundy, this is the new version of me
The AMG was hand-made in Germany (what?)
Was hand

on the rise right now
New patek tryna flood the hands of time right now
Told lil mama I'll be home
I gotta grind right now
Need to see a couple M's
Can't close

shops
Damn they tryna get my man what Saddam got
Say my name and wake these
Niggas up like alarm clocks

Niggas run away and they hide
Saying New York's

Been to hell touched the devils hand
Cold as ice on the block with the angels
We used to roll dice
See my homies disappear one by one
In the middle

until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there

the brown version of beautiful eulogy 
Minus to the grace of the three and one is always new to me 
This is my praise breaking out like I'm in puberty 
Broke

Think I need me a new gen
The one i got it steady glitchin
Slidin' in that Hemi
Pushin' hard, might blow the engine
BFB part two, that version one
Blew up

back
You can go hashtag, like
And repost that
These hands meant to translate
These niggas can't decode jabs
Cause I been on my 1,2 and 3,4
Mind

lied
Look at the ground and i cry (cry)
I cannot roll on my rides (rides)
Biking to find a new site (site)
Biking to find a new
My home is unknown
My

lied
Look at the ground and i cry (cry)
I cannot roll on my rides (rides)
Biking to find a new site (site)
Biking to find a new
My home is unknown
My

These times are making me nervous 
I pretend that I'm feeling alright
Depending on the news they feed me 
Do I even want to turn on the lights
Hiding

dollars
I guess I need change
I'm losin my traction
Caused by distraction
These women be feelin
The way that I'm killin
She flow like a river
I need a new