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Already light it up 
You introspective now huh?
You think you killed it 
Drop an album 
Go on a trip
This might be the last one I did 
Before I illegally

to stay
The weather is changing
Getting colder by the day
I don’t even know what to say
The colors get so grey
Do you know when I pray
When I see you I get

look who got tha ocean
Gotta win tha game like it's my final token
Young black fellas from Morris County
The price on my head is the highest bounty
I

with dignity
And even though it stinks
There will always be a fragrance of coco mango
In that ugly black and yellow miniature room
It smells like

afford one 
I'll buy a condo with some extensions

Who would've thought that we'd have our show
That we would drop three albums in a row
Have our own merch

and put out that wack flow track?”
He’s looking for a rap that’ll make him stack dough fast
And come out with a whole album like “I’m in 2Pac mode class!”

beliefs So Take a seat
You never really had say 
I'm Sicker than the black plague could best you on a bad day
You snakes wanna hide fine I'm smoking out

you’re white, black, purple or from the hood
Just understand that fans come from talent, not money
They put out an album, drink, smoke and party till it’s

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)

A'int shit changed but the loot

you slippin'
I'll shoot you down then you limpin'
Rollin' with Bonny she calling me Clyde
Call up the gang and we pull a drive-by
You're not a player

solowy album którego nikt nie usłyszał
„Kim jest kurwa Pelson" nikim nastała cisza
Parias to porażka roku słuchaj nie macie szczęścia
Dziś już nie besztam

I'm fading now
Maybe all the pills got to my head
I'm feeling black mingling with the fear
Goth ushered in here
I try to call your name its blocked by

for all my women
Used you as a reference
Made it easier to segue my next sentence
Lately sex is empty
Embarrassed by my entrance
Only fucking with them

lord! He's so good! Who is this kid?"
In their playlists, my songs are the linchpins
They all beg for my album for Christmas, uh
Yeah my beats are

To broke and too woke to attend mass
Half of these white churches still put niggas in the back
Skin brown but they still calling niggas black
Hometown niggas

Me and my niggas walking
Listening to my walk-man
Fuck what them girls are talking bout
Muddy Waters is dropping
Another album I'm copping
There's

in the middle of the night
I got up and looked around
Prepared to die of fright
I found a dusty book on a delapidated shelf
Had it been written by

we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2's
SW 3rd
Bitch I'm

that I thought of
Shot off the chain, like i was sawn off! (Ruhr!)
So i saved 'em; 2 years; stored 'em
School got worse; was culled by the boredom
But I

to the weathered out masses
The wind and the rain and the lightning clash
Burning black matches 
We born into factions

Im not writing law 
But I sought my own

with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

to pretend
Dropped album one
Thought it was hot
Maybe it flopped
Don't even care
Put the gun back
Back in the pocket
Nobody's dying 
I'm living, I'm trying
Not

it's hard times, Brixton race riots turned us lot inside out, try us 
Hard times 
Still too many black faces in the prisons 
The shots and the silence