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They want a album I steady keep dropping
Ain't falling off, ain't doing no flopping
Move by myself ain't doing no flocking
I'm heating up and it ain't

were my girl

Boys on the block are either
Getting their blocks shot
Or their shots blocked, they all suicidal
In the gym
In the streets it doesn't

a light fortune
(It was light, though)
I dabbled in white like I'm White Boy Rich
Powder in every corner of the trap like
(Talk to 'em)
My nigga smoked his

check this very album cover
I'm about to smother the
Ignorance out you motherfuckers
You sleepin on this Teacha
Let me get you out them covers
No time for

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

album of 90s deserving Gram-
Mys just for being a rap record
Click and clack

Sleep on this and stare, looking up on here
I'll be down there

Three verses

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

niggas Ghandi
Album never see the light of day
I know the radio won’t be a Yandhi

Pearls on me like some prayer beads
Paper thicker than Quarans big Glock

never do it for statistics but there's no discussion
A thousand streams under a month my boy you gotta love it
Gotta love it
I feel like I'm Jardani

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until

Slauson boy number 2 is my favorite album
Status symbol came on and I started rapping
Turn the speakers up loud and let's get it active
Baby girl riding

to find the reason
I keeping receiving this treatment
Of treason
That form my heart
Into the coldest season
I'm tired of seething and silence
Boy you gon'

This ya boy polo bear here
And I'm back at it again
This my new album titled vibes Fo show
All songs Wrote and Produced By Me
God blessed me with many

out after dark, yeah Toss it up, throw it up
Something you should consider I'm a young bad boy
But you know I ain't bitter No diggity doubt
I wanna hear

it's Jurassic
Wait you gotta know
Of this thing
That got me laughing
(HA HA)
All you rappers
Think that you
Can keep up
Swear I'm making albums inna day

personally I feel some connections
I'ma keep on comin', this time, I ain't gonna use protection (Wait, that's the line?)
I see your boy rappin', the finger was

Greg, I live in Kew
Where birds fly and the sky is blue
My roommate Kegel, overseas he flew
To talk to some labels about this album you’re listening

with haterade
Play it cool and shade, 'cause my name hold weight
Boy don't try to step up to her if your pockets on Chris Rock
Ain't balling like Chris

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

moving

Touring cities with my n*ggas, jackpot
We deep up in the hottest spots
Protected by the hottest shots
We in the seats where n*ggas know we top

a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with

as they crash on the shells below your feet.  It's a little bit hot, so your reach for can of your favorite orange soda.  Boy, that tastes good!  But wait

Sometimes I ask the people that I used to date
Sometimes y’all anger me, i’d hate to get whipped
By the dude who drinks beer, and is so desperate
Even puts

I got the best team, yours deplete, boy they been gone
Getting praise, it be reigning for us like the amazon
Huh
So no more of these fighting words
So