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clean  
Wipe wipe the slate clean  
Imma wipe the slate clean  
Wipe wipe the slate clean  
Two clever by a half nigga listen to me clean

(Verse One)

I started making this album in Chicago but I felt like I needed a change of scenery, 
So I moved to LA, made some of the best music I ever made. 
But

ain't a straight line
What's going on like Marvin is
I heard through the grapevine that I'm falling off
I been on another planet, over they head with

Since I was a little kid,
I tried to get out of my head
Trapped on a playground ,
I'd stare up at the sky
I didn't even know why

But daily life took

The front line's behind me and I have no fear
My heart pump the same blood as Jehovah's son
Or Joseph, if you wanna go there
Hail Mary coming up with lies

Ntwana yam
You know what they say
Family over everything
Blood is thicker than water
Let's see if you forming an opinion about something
Looking

It's all up in my head
Aye, aye
It's all up in my head
It's all up in my head

I'm from Canada, I'm from Canada
Used to be an addict now I'm

rapper kidnapping
Be sure to make your bed
When they battle me fatality take your head
And write a rhyme with your blood
The page's painted red

(Hook:

friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so

The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew

cursive style
Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names
So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim
Pressure to pian, are you able

clouded by the voice in my head
Screaming
I'm not saying that it's peace of mind
Merely a piece of the pie
A brilliant gleam of hope
That please the eye

Louie bag, she got red bottoms, expensive toes
What that boy luh Jaso, had said, we told expensive poles
Ain't, staying, if I ain't getting head, that go

a punching bag for anyone who tries me
Is that your blood on the knife
Well yeah it might be
What do you mean you don't have voices in your head
Is there

Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th

This ain't deep shit
This a fuckin monster on the beat shit freak shit
Swingin by to kill off all the weak shit
Murder on that creep shit
This

knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate

and rotting
In plastic wrap, blood clottin', you're downtrodden
But imma keep winnin' shit by all means
Only one of us can carry on chasin' the dream

to conclude the album
Gave me a week with multiple outcomes
Too busy watching the people around me to focus on how I was sounding
The vultures be using their

You know we back again
Big up yourself damoo beatz
First song off di album
Pass me ah light dey

Wah mi say
We outside ennuh
Let them know
Top

an affordable price
Most of the time I feel like my head is up in the sky
But then I realize that I'm a space guy tryna cope by
Aiming for the stars like

on point and you can't never lack
Tdot died by the store that shit had me like what the fuck
Cause a few days ago I went to that store to get something
I

the blood that's on the hands of the damn illuminati
Told myself when I was young, doin' classes with my mommy
That magic 'bout be my newest hobby, who gon

Hey
So remember back in
What was it?
March
When lean machine came out
We were all talking about
Uhh', making an album
Well it's... It's finally here