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join'em so I had to beat'em
I stayed in shape just by fighting my demons Bop Bop
I looked in the mirror like damn they can't beat'em
A hundred versus one I

a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen
Yeah, this shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets
This album just a biproduct

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

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

Gang
Boy, I start on one, I let y'all know
This gon' be the hardest and realest album y'all heard in a minute
Boy, it still ain't go
Ayy, I'm that

Made to order, flow filthy like slave quarters
They download, but still hit the store and pay for us
They want the whole shabang, wicked with the vocal

to drop a hits album
I don't even got a damn tape yet
Call me crazy
Matter of fact, don't call at all
Autumn degrees the way I leave when they fall
P shit

let's pour a few shots of Rosé getting faded
Ready to hit the room, make the movie like Ray Jay, yeah
She can take a dick, I heard you like smoking

to keep your head up
Arching your back cause gravity really does suck
It's a push and a pull like a tug of a war
Reality hits and your body is sore
But just

Brand new whip, high tinted
Hit 250 on the dashboard
Got baddies droppin' addies
They want me to be they baby daddy
Hop in the whip now the ladies

he is?
Kevin Crowley?  Marshall Mathers of the future?
I wish to shake his hand one day and tell Eminem
That his second album single-handedly

and "T" and I
Would always make home movies
Be goofy play Yugi
Then get hit by the sun
We're all grown up now
"T" is bored and "J" got married
Me I founded

Finished my first album but had to scrap it
This a true story
Ain't finna do none of that capping
Iono you like that
We ain't cool
Don't dap me
No

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

that I'll go far
So I put the peddle to the floor to go faster

Look at all these feelings that I put into my music
Can't even do my next album or I'll

I hit gas and then I enter the room
Yes the album coming out real soon
Really
How much do you want it really buddy
Really
How much love will you put

really hope you come back with one last hit
I'm bouta get it in the mix with my 5th album
You know it's finna be lit
But above all, I want you to know

soul
Swear that I would make a killin' if I hit the pole
I ain't smacked a hoe in a minute that's some growth
Man you bitches lucky that I really had

stunt! Good luck then
Street battalions rocking medallions 
U get beat, hit harder than Metallica albums 
 
You stepped in the danger zone 
Snipers posted

brain
Got this choppa, let it bang I'ma make it rain
When I hit the stage, crowds screamin' my name
I'll be going hard till they lay me in my grave

a trip
Fuck it I'm giving her dick
Smoking an ounce you can tell by the piss
Nicotine addict I switch to the cigs 
CBD leaded you can't tell me shit 
Nah

the stu, you know it's a hit
I'm with shooter, I'm with Big Xshon, you know you don't miss
Feelin' like R Kelly, the way I got these bitches real pissed
Pass

do?
Prove to me, nah I'll prove to you
You'll see who the fuck I am
Motherfucker this is PYRAT
I hit this shit and I mix it up
With the motherfucking

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