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et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai 
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait 
Fais pêter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de

squares feat? cappin by the acre
Talk that, walk that, hold that
Already went off Im a hold back
Cap, cap, never lack im a own that
Snap, rap and then stack

Wrapping my page of steel
This journey is destined and I've been watering the way I feel
In my head I'm alone (in my head I'm alone)
Wrote my album meat

classy, call me Megan Thee Stallion
Got a battalion can fit in a wagon, tripping like a dragon
I can come back like I'm Jackson, Ali, our album is slamming

like smoke in chest, laugh in jest,
Till' hearts arrest, coughing me's a bad sign
Skip my album, then you outlined in chalk
When you run, you walk, if

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One Last Time
From Remember To Breathe by Rob Nicklas

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made us meet
But tore us apart by cancelling out
cnd I was dumb enough to leave
cnd I burnt you down in an instant
But you drowned me out in the long-run

on these truffles 
You gave yourself away 
By looking down and to the left
Can't be mixin up these pits 
With emotional support pets
I don't fuck with who

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my

the ink and then you're done for
Ahead forever, fuck a rushmore

Grew up in East Orange I was naughty by nature
Where the vin numbers never match the car's

fools that I used to see.
No more clues that I had to deal with,
And good news:
I dropped an album that made me whole,
And it just was cool,
But little

hit by one my lines, could give a fuck about it
Niggas always quick to mash those keys, go write a book about it
I just pop my shit, in real life they

And let's go for lunch
I see so many black Queens
But you are my favorite one
Always my number one like a Drake album
You make my bone hard
You know you're my

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

For the go again,

I been busy stackin up
I been busy bossin up
Hit the 4x
Blade dance,

Rover baby from the Eastside
I heard ya album
I do better on my

I began writing Poetry as a teen./

Produced by the era of the unseen/

The kind of music that makes a girl like you.

Every song I have ever seen/

And I only did three albums, still waiting on niggas to recoup
I really don't even see you rap niggas in my city
Unless it's LC, Kale, Wes, Clipse or Shad

a ride wit me
Camera man shot a video
Buck me for 250
He in a whole nother state
Dis bitch won't answer da phone
I felt betrayed by my people
Cus y'all put

gauge
Internal warfare, maybe I should burn some sage
Moving by my lonely Lord knows
I been full of rage
Wanna spazz out on a nigga
But no I been well

walls
They don't tell it all
Not even close to the whole story
Opened up an album
Got me thinking about my youth
And everything I'd thought I'd lose
Look

Pat Mahomes
She wanna blow my instrument like a saxophone
The hoodie made by Spyder
The 4's it's T. Scott
I got fans in Canada
Yeah that's T Dot
I need

silence you would never see me coming
If Lord willing I really hope I live to see a hundred
And see my son have kids
First album in a while It's

kain get the title

I ain't the same But Ima still keep it 100
Y'all bitches lame Y'all live up in a rebuttal
I Hope this album wasn't sad I hope I'm

attention, so let's watch it unfold

I guess I f**kin' fuse an indie or a major
Got a new album all day, get you some of this recipe flavor
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