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tripping cause I know that imma ball
I ain't do it by myself bitch I did it with my dawgs

That's a motherfucking fact
I been on edge tryna go and get a sack

you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still

where do we go when we die
Oh my god
We gon take em back to Harlan drive
Three years ago to now everything changed
Nigga wow
Four years ago we was just

that
Like a gym rat
Splitting these rappers four places like they Kit Kat
Big Mac, stay with tool, you could get whacked
Def Jam
Major label rated, know

Honestly

Chip

League of My Own II

2017

on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front

on losing myself, yeah i said
"I love you" but I don't love no one else
Ha, I'm blowing that thrax, bae
You can tell by the way it smell
When I die, I'm going

fresh impression
Display my skills yuhnamean? 
Focus on ma goals materialize the dream 
I can't do it by myself i go mobilize the team
Grand town we're

and more of that
I only came to win (yeah)
Don't wanna get complacent
But I love my dividends (yeah)
I'm doing perfect by myself (na)
I don't need any

disintegrate to nothing

This is work never need dollars to prove worth x4

Never needed me a record deal to prove my work
I write recorded slice promoted by

Reason Number Three Simply It Was Meant To Be 
Carolina Kingpin Rapstar Dmv
Reason Number 5 Same Reason Number Four 
If I Don't Big Mac It U Going To Get

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall, turn my back on you, all of you finished
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job, pull my MAC out

myself, no trust into them
Took a L but when I'm off tag, fuckries again
Uncle said he quit smoking, he a junkie again
Now he can't touch my food, he'll

City Lights

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

(Talking)

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by

on haters
I'm focused on bread, the mac extra cheese, and flood it with gravy
My ni***s on stand by, riding with 3.8s and them 4.5s
And all we talk is

Glenn Beck, Bill O'Reilly, Rachel Meadow, Limbaugh, Oberman, but I can't think for myself

And now for a public service announcement:

Hello Mr Young

years
But never quite had the urge
To put it out by myself, it needed that little push
So, alright
I made my Facebook
And I spruced up my YouTube
Already

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

so mad probably cause they got no hope when they look in their stash                                                     Hope you getting cash by

drug dealer
You're satisfied? Don't forget to tip your Budtendeeer, yeh
When I'm alone I love to smoke by myself
Don't think most can hang I be high

that since I was ten I knew just how to clutch that
Uh no OG straight to the top by myself they ain't show me
Uh don't quote me been through a lot but

care cos beef is beef they do it on a song I do it on da street
I was young tryna kill myself g I don't fear death mana ride on pricks
Ku je dergoma

what's really bad
And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four
Sugar, water, mac

These niggas big cap like Dr. Seuss
Yeah, big MAC back and it fled like a cruise
I be chasin' them racks like Duck, Duck, Goose (phew, phew)
And my

You go always be there
So like Aaliyah
I’ma right this four-page letter
Working on myself
I’m hoping things will get better
Want me to yourself I’m like