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check the tally a negative sum

Yeah I do this shit without breaking a sweat

Parlay ya album let’s make it bet

Divy ya music and add up the odds 

For

moves on, we’ll see
Who can survive
Just like the rule of three
Things come in succession 
That is the lesson
So if I drop a song or album
Just know

brother
Every day it hurt my soul
I know I'm not perfect, I'm not
Why my brother had to leave, I ain't tell him bye-bye
When I'm ridin' by myself, sometimes

a nigga
Hit em up
They blocked a nigga
When i'm up
Don't call me nigga
Don't call me nigga
Number changed
I'm off it nigga
Pocket change
I tossed it nigga

this bread I gotta get some, all these hits it's hard to pick one
Might just have to drop a album, I lost track got six or seven
Might just 69 a bad

rappers claiming that they too legit
But when the game counts, they Pete Carroll, man, they ain't really running shit

Drop the album tomorrow so I can

bolts of a lightning
Couldn't have thought it would ever be like this
Hearing my songs hoping that I will make hits
Dream it, foresee it, then do it
I

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's been About 3 years since we last talked, and I brought
Back a very special man
You know this man, he goes by

Now y'all be feeling all this heat
It's boutta get hotter by this sick ass beat
Hit my stall up, wait for hops to come out
With that big bag of poppers

Every now and then I take time to reflect
I don't need luck because I'm blessed and I like that the best
I love it when reality hits you niggas right

love locked down
And you got my love all around

Who them mothafuckas coming with rhyme scheme
The fye team
Fuck around and get hit with fye things
Bitch

music edits, wish I had total control of it
Linkin Park, NWA got me in sync
Listening to The Incredible True Story
I like these albums that feel like

give me the smoke
Step up to me, I'll grab you by the throat
Take that fake Louis V and I'll piss on the coat, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah
Yeah,

give me the smoke
Step up to me, I'll grab you by the throat
Take that fake Louis V and I'll piss on the coat, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah
Yeah,

(what) (what)
Some shit you don't need to know (yuh) (yuh)
Hit the gas and eyes are low (yuh) (yuh)
On this album i be bleeding my blood
I don't care if I

With the all seeing light
I can see it from a far
At other times felt like
The dog chasing the car
But I had enough time
enough patience
Hit 21
Made

Killing all these verses, might call my album the eulogy
R.I.P. to numerous verses that I done been on

Send a beat, I eat it like pussy, yeah, I'ma spit

Defined by delivery I was cmazon 

I am not of this world it's what I landed on 

I shoot my shot till it's empty you rappers canons gone

Mc's

hit the net ion beef wit no fags
I just be wit them gettas we don't wave no flags
We gon run that bag up 'til we all got a bag
Know we gon march

this fake rap, I'm about to bring the 90's back
Sitting on a whole album of that,
and it's a classic in my mind, made space for the plaque
I'll fill it

head out the grass, then we yanked him
Can't hit this one on the head, so we flanked him
If they don't give me respect, then I make em
Woah, that's just

and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my

making albums making hits and I’m making the music daily
You in the mood play me can’t get enough of my tunes are crazy
I’ll never lose my lady we got such

wave put it on or cry about it
PaQ just dropped his album everybody shouting bout it 
Put that chain on, hit a fuckin dance 
If we talking cash I need