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boom bip
Really that's the same beat
A throne or a chair in your home
Really that's the same seat
I wrote and recorded this album
In the same week

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

straight by me as we passed in the door
I said hello but I guess that you never heard
Can't bring myself to play your albums anymore
You've got the papers

and
Wu Tang Forever came out
Wrote out the lyrics in my english book
Both discs including the skit's
Not a coincidence I spit like this
Craft I have

takes me away
To the edge of my memories, oh day by day

Turning over the leaves on and on
I recall the first time you kissed me
We walked through

last album
You can make it something you’re proud of
All these contracts they offered me
But regret brush it off of me
Man y’all niggas know I don’t give

album they await
When it drop, I dictate
When it's time to create
They like "who's your favorite rapper"
I'm at the top of the debate
By the time I'm 18

Christ has set me free
Saved by grace from God's only son
Hate my songs I dropped another one

They hatin on my raps so I dropped them another one
They

Young Hawk
IA
Welcome to my album
The Statement 
I grew up with outta mother fuckin dime
Eating cheap food every night
Momma busted ass she workin

Yeah
Universal
This that old school vibe

Once upon a time 
I missed the mark 
I wrote some lines 
My flow was whack 
Rhythm off 
I sucked composin'

just clicked when Ellie and I
Wrote verses in class I should thank her
At thirteen I made a promise (promise)
To defy the odds like Buster (buster)
In

'll put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green

of the others, they not hot but mild
Album coming soon, coming in December
I wrote this hit the 21st of November
Looks like there's gonna be heat like an ember

alright
Bobby Sherman, Christmas album, that's where I got my style from, quite frankly
And I had this Panamanian tailor, this guy name Mr. Holt
I mean

matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas

It's been 4 years, and I just wrote a song 
I realized everything that I was running from 
From them feelings of me thinking that you really gone
But

to drop a couple rhymes
About the time I did a crime
But that was just a fucking lie
So glad that you ain't by my side
And why'd you fucking lie
I can't

And I wrote down
"We must come to recognize that God is an unlimited supply 
And that everyone has access
God does not run out of blessings

appeal
I help out when I can don't want mine chasing meals
If she fucking with Stedroyy you know that its uh
You know that its real lil bitch
Wrote a 12

Behind closed doors with his cohorts speaking with certainty
And most certainly, I am a hypocrite
Why you think I wrote "The First" on my first album are

before I won it all, I was gonna bin it
Have a little faith, listen to your spirit

Yeah, hanging onto this like Mike on a hoop
Unaffected by radiation

the electricity has ceased
Explicitly I’ve plead why we don’t agree by
Normal standardized belief eyes
And now we’re being attacked for 
Speaking out, I’m
In here

sponsered by Nike
all this hype be surroundin me
and I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
you ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell

Wrote this a quarter pass nine
It's hard to write it down when there's so much on my mind
Net Worth hit 10 million by the time I'm twenty-five
But right