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Black hair falls across his face
The kind that makes my little punk heart ache
He's so lost in all the guitar strings
That no one else here means

America is born with a mic
A full album and a mix tape

If we do it right
If we put a face to Nigerian Hip Hop
We can sell the Nigerian Hip Hop
And that’s

they tryn snake you out
Pop em like a zit, can't find his face like he breaking out
I been street running, tryn see all what this paper bout
I been at my

on your wife and said I'm a hands on learner, and I'm gonna need step by step instructions on how to make a child
Then she said I'll surely let you smash

it, but I still wanna end my life
I'm so fascinated by it, I lose track of peripheral
Like how my friends would feel if I killed myself
Sometimes all it

be on the roof that blood gon splatter watch his brain ooze

We gon slide in whips he rock a chain we hang em' by the noose
Used to slang that Caine he

Thought's haywire brain so strange I'm a
Go crazy tryna stay in my sane liar
Face stained by the rage in the frame my uh
House contains in rooms oh

body
Just drop my album
Don't thing I reach nobody
They told me y'all was hiring
Thats why my face look sour
I'm dying by the hour
Penny pinching power

like monster, call me Meek
Heard your album kind of weak
I've been grinding by the week
In the studio all day
Writing the world that I see
Aye, aye
Put

If I knew tonight would be the last time that I saw your face
I would take a pencil and paper, try and capture all your grace
And if I knew I'd never

time and invested the cheque
In two thousand six I recorded Reflect
My first studio album don't you ever forget
iQ is the clique we got your respect
Now

Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Is you really mad you don't get the same attention you did before album mode?
Sweetheart, you ain't top three
Its Jesus, then

wagosi WA kaya
Album tunauza wenyewe wadosi wabaya
Mtaa kwa mtaa WA kush tunafosii Ile Mbayaaaah!
Sina mikwara ya mandonga ukibugi nnavunja taya
Niko solo

all to blame
In the name of safety I'm now hiding my face
Human beings with beating hearts
Loving mothers, favorite colors and albums and shit
Making

all that
This is the brightest moment on the album
Vince VanGo made sure I had an anthem
I feel like Anderson paak. when he met his first wife in church

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

way
My way
Good times and blood stains
I'll go out with a bang for the final show
Just remember me by my notes and songs I wrote
All my imperfections,

Know I stay slurred up
4 to the face got me blurred up 
Know I’m with the gang
Know I’m with the same
Know we stay ready
She roll the backwoods, I roll

late
I did it, not him but that’s another debate
This yeezus season, talk is treason
say whatever when it’s time to sell a album season
put a Hoodie

(she bad)
Got a white girl out in Maryland and she smoke runtz to the face (Runtz)
Got my black queen in the kitchen frying chicken cutting yay
Got my

to disrespect
You checking for me like a missing check
Album on the way but it ain't get there yet
Niggas talk about me but no mentions yet
Ain't no @ me aint no

the king and counting
Release dates and announcements, resented every outcome
Then they was asking "how come Nur you won't drop an album?"
I was in

I want in life ain't really panning out
That's when my little man announced, "daddy play LilAce"
I'm like wow, then a big smile popped up on my face

the whole world to know I'm ending great
'Cause better days will never come if I never claim
Now I know this album ain't nothing like I wrote before
Turned