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Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

My Gal  is Track #5 off the album chain of Emotion by Lanie Banks
Intro
Tsey . . . . . . . .  
Fu . . . . . . . . . . .  Soni M Lanie Banks 
Hook

Glocks with the after-market clip in it, 
On Instagram hollering, how you got hollow tips in it. 

When sh* hit the fan N* clipped your man, 
You got

reports
Abort the mission deported immigrants they be missin'
Spittin' musical medicine listen to their rhythm hit em
And I'm only seventeen
Walk in Time

flow is super efficient
Your hoe is soon to be missin'
My future soon to be written, I pop like prescription
I rap like addiction
Set off to make hits

they won't ever hear the album
My self worth, my self guilt, it get worse, my stress built
From friends that ain't show up to the events unless there's

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think

the chopper and the bitch is always by my side
Down to ride 
You know ima catch a homecide
Pussy nigga try me swear to god he getting crucified 
Tears up in my

heck no
We can get it popping' like a dancer doing techno
I'm coming for jugulars, you better watch ya neck bro
This not for the album I wrote this

Blood Pressure

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Giuliani might as well be merkin' niggas
'Cause

Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

I'm pulling out my torch
I'm gonn hit somethin', Whatever
Slugs through your avirex leather
I close one lid
So I could aim a little better
I stop firing

finessed a painting and my rent paid
Fuck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still

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

revenge
The metrics
The slander
By legacy standards
I look to be helpless
And stranded
They've taken advantage
I've taken my damage
Just wait till my album

New year drink a beer, just kidding that's gross
Release an album forget to promote
I do the most, I'll be the fucking president just to get votes
Now

Cleaning tables and sweeping
While waiting for 12 to hit
I'm anxious and hype
Cause my favorite artist dropping new shit
Five years since his last

song is not gonna be
Put into the chronicle
The next installment is still comin’
You just gotta wait i have I think like 4 or
5 albums here on my plate

that made the difference between hits and album flops
And being the toughest act follow
Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo
The apollo's just

I just dropped the top up off my whip, now I'm gettin' lit
People askin' for another album, know it's gonna be a hit
Your friend is tryna rap, he

your phone tapped
Every record, broke that
You can hear my album than you go and hit your notes app
Stealing every flow, like you wrote that
Looking

Don't need the bling or the swaggage (No)
To kick you straight outta Scranton (Woo)
You're making cash with your albums
But the paper we make, we planted

in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my

and model
You be drunk getting courage from a bottle
Me and money bood up like
We stuck up the Apollo
Did the tour got signed now the album coming
Im finna