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of paper
Then I'm selling more than Michael Scott
But I just keep on pushing thru my life it ain't no photoshop
Aye no photoshop
Live life that's all we got
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
this
I want to be the reason 1000 people get saved everyday
I want to win album of the year just by announcing that I'll make another album
I want to be
Ladies and gentlemen
My name Terrance Michael
And I wanna welcome you to Sessions
If you can still hear me talking right now
It mean you then made it
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
either
If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it,
showing her ass like she Lizzo
She know what I was here for
My rubbers right by the pillow
Niggas tryna’ kick it with us just to get em’ a field goal
We
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
My name is Marques...Barrett...Houston.
My mommy's name is Carolyn and my daddy's name is Michael.
And my brother's name is Brandon and my sister is
so you're out on
The Yeezus tour right now which, first
Your album is awesome the live show sold
Out at Staples on Saturday night
You got another one
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
When is James releasing his new album?
Shut the fuck up oh my god it takes time
Just give me a second holy shit
They say "James- what you doing
the burner
This my album man, I hope y'all listening
I hope you woke up this morning and you played this song
And by the end of it, you knew exactly what you
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
the boy is platinum
It all happens so fast
They all imagine I crash
But I did straight through I'm bad
Like Michael was see what the cycle does
360
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
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