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the pleasures and pain living in fame
Show him the bloody walls and floors still stained
And his wife wrote that's signed by his name
And next i'd visit Malcolm X
the blindfold
whose the enemy? This rival per se? its Satan
I've been waiting like I took his order then baked it
Made him an album - how come it's not just
"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You
it's time to end this pain
Imma start by letting the world know your name
Dale
I will break our break generational curses that has
Been killing
/
Our heads raise from the bottom /
The less plays we get /
The more exclusive our shit /
Two albums out out there /
You better stay away from it /
we living them
The pain we went through
Yea it was worth it
It's no limit to what we can do
If we walk by faith not by sight
Words
Reflections of our
So to every disease
At our word it must flee
Every weakness and pain
No, you can't stay another day
'Cause we believe and we receive
By the same faith
about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop,
to mention our debut album
Is it always just nostalgia
Til our last days - omega
Will fans only jam our Alpha
We'll See
Can u stand the rain when you really
when you see me out
But it's killing the boy inside
Pour up me a cup of rye
I wish you was by my side
You ain't tho
Tried but I still can't let that pain
Hello
Does it sound good out there?
I know, haha
So we're doing some shit here off the black album, I hope you got it
And I hope everyone has
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
gon stand in our Way
Finna drop down and pray
For forgiveness the script we gon flip it
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting
our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em
fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
neva by yo self man
I'm wit you right here
We in the same industry doing the same thing
Writin music
And sharing our pain
Love you
YT
Feh! The power of the Trinity is but a myth! No antiquated trinket weilded by a religious fanatic will prevail against the Legion, sire. Our steel is
Why do we have to cross over?
Why are niggas always crossing over somethin', huh?
I mean, what's the matter, huh?
They can accept our music
nothing changed since precedents
Living day by day off a stimulus
Only fans, get paid
While twitch get raids
Check page by page off our Bucket list
love it YEAH
Killin' these shows
While watching our numbers grow
Selling albums for the low
Boy I love it YUP
I love it YEAH
For twenty years I been
(phone rings)
What's up girl?
Ya momma said it's time to come home to show her
How to put our new album up on her iPhone
And I clone billions
and we walk by him
No one wanna change, only wait on God's timing
Student loan crisis, you spying with our devices
Our govt worse than ISIS, focused
of your trench coat
That's how students get shot up
[Kon Artis]
Hating on us but you come to our show (Fuck them niggas)
I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh
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