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option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I

attention 
I was distant 
I focused on the posters on my wall 
Caught a vision 
Now my words fall in rhythm 
HIP HOP made a difference 
Making albums ain't

and get it straight from the source
If you up, then you pay it forward
Props they never gave it up, so we takin' it by force
I'm the wrong one to be playin'

was sitting in the car
On album drop night
When I saw some people
Waving at me at a red light
I'm down to earth
That means I've gotta be resourceful
So

my album's the chalice
None of lines are filled up with malice
Sit in my bars and I'll pay off the tab and
See when you yawn you're fixing to napping

madness?
Is it madness?
Is it madness?
Or is it madness?

Ripping every track that I'm rapping 
Like greatness is what we demanding 
But I never abide by no

fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by

albo umrzeć
Żyć w tym albo w trumnie
Żyć w tym albo chuj wie
Zróbmy to gówno chłopaki
Choćbym miał potracić wiele
Podali cenę, za cenę by oddali cele

To come back for me/

Gave my first my last/

This journeys was a long one/

Thats why my first album’s 
A comeback story 

Artist/ writer
Mek
Socials:

doubt that is what he said
Then I told them about my album
That is inspired by their stuff
They even blessed the title
Almost is never enough
They said

shoes…
Dead body bloody socks!
They could kill you for your watch…
Don’t believe me? Just watch!
Trinidad James got robbed by Bruno Mars
Shit is this Earth

does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums

Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats

trace
Louis V right by the waist (yee)
Don’t trip just chill
Shoutout PJ he for real
Don’t gotta record on the phone
Y’all ready know what I’m on
My head

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

another album dropping
In about 6 months
They can't do nothing
But love X ha

And it bring me joy
Day by day
When I'm not at a show
Checks still on the way

on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who

I don't know how to give a fuck

I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is

John Rambo
Covered up by the state
False apologies, false apologies
Covered up by the state

The silence is crippling
False apologies like it's nothing

off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in

breaking slowly breaking down
Heart is aching it's time to lay down
Leaves need raking by the time this albums done
I'm done, fun, so fun
Chill Chills Chill

Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that

down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall

How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under

to an end
Soon this album will start again
Dearest character
Adjustments must be made
So the sap was tainted
Your ungrateful for the gift i gave
So now with

like I'm crushed by tons of lead
I'll say a prayer cut my last bread
Because today my story changed it's course a new path it has led
Me to a place I