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that made the difference between hits and album flops
And being the toughest act follow
Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo
The apollo's just

Tell that nigga bring the flag
Bring the toolie out
Niggas them running
Cause the Zoe's them out
How he gone snitch
He'll be dead by tomorrow
Zoe's

hundred racks up in my suitcase
Heard the one that's talking
Shit, yeah, it's you, ayy?
Man, I said, "Fast
Go" I'm feeling like Lupe
This album already? It

gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you

(Ha ha haha) the way I been on fire lately
I can ignite a forest (Hah)
I didn't read the contracts
I was blinded by loyalty
Thought we was equal
Whole

And all the masking, on top of the masks is so
Fuckin irritating
I’m inspired by the flows that I’m imitating
All the quick spitting, don’t think its limit

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

I made the mistake of giving too much I couldn’t get back
Crazy I couldn’t realize until it was in the past
I’d spent so much time at her house like

for tests (You need to study for tests)
Don’t even get out the house (You need to go do your dirt)
You can just stay here and rest (You ain't got time

the niggas out hating
And I want a big house
With the front yard gated
You aint really have to fuck with us
Aint nobody asking you
To have to fuck with us
We

accomplished the next will 
Put chills on the Cuban, I’m just keeping the neck ill
Ain’t even dropped the album I’m just high off my first deal 
Only increased

that I
Was mistaken for someone that bought my rhymes
But that’s all just lies
Being compromised
And thought up by
These fucking flies

But damn, you

At twenty-four you should be living By yourself, not in your mama's House
At twenty-four you should be having A degree and probably a job you do
You

Gotta stay on the nice
List
All of that for the ice
Drip
Album soon like clock
Tick
Oh go
Hide the presents
On some psychedelic
Candy canes I can smell it

Da da da da da da
Yea
Da da da 
A toast to the bad guy
With bad bitchs the bad times el pass by 
An da da da 
Toast to a good man 
Who did his best

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

Turned the condo to a tree house
Way too many b****** in this b****,
I hadda re count
But i go back to the hood to play with pots n pans
Album done if

Where were you then, when the money galore
Wasn't happening, but now I got so much more in store
To where they packing in a group
Couldn't do it by

shine with diamonds and carrots
I'd hire security to weasel out the ferrets
My house would come with five cooks in hairnets
And every ride I'd own
Would

the fuck about a hundred thousand plus is not enough
Not a single I can push but got a bunch of album cuts
By the time you fine the time to find the time

dollars
So by 30 I could buy some houses
And 40 I could send my daughter to college
At 50 I'm in Jersey dropping knowledge
Bout how a nigga made it out dem