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Thrusters a go
I'm spitting butane flow
You're tryn to break the ceiling I'm flyn outa this globe
My girls texting my phone
Askin when ill be home

don't believe that I get deposits everyday
My bank look like the Federal Reserve
I just invited your girl for another deposit
Cause loyalty nothing no

the face 6, so check her out on tweetpic
All you rappers tapping touching hunching over your screen
I'm on an N train rocking through Astoria, Queens
When we

you wan keep gold teeth and your name is Kazeem
Try to give you bad name if you celebrate Qareem

Being H used to mean smoke
Now B H together means

your wifey say i'm looking like a whole snack
I hate I even said it in a rap
But I tell no lies I speak big facts
Tryna be a millionaire by 28
And I

the album, welcome
To a new star in your eardrum
Ding dong, ditch all of that sing song
My girl ditching all but her thong
Cup pong, cause she keeps these

gripping
On the things I hold dear to me
Like your love now I'm searching for remedies
Girl I been in my
Feelings so deep
I'm in my feelings so deep hey yeah

you at home
We got one on the way we got two on the phone
Feed all my kin give a fuck how a bitch really feel
Is your girl out of place did she lose her

on the music got to say
I'm not looking for clout, I'm not looking for fame
In 5 years we'll see who keeps on killing the base
By that certain of time I might be

I wrote and recorded this entire album by myself
Within 2 weeks on a 20 cent mic in my closet
With every malfunction you can think of to be honest

to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you

album
Looking back like what was the outcome

Who would weep
And lose sleep cause I went to sleep
Who would keep
My girl warm when she's fast asleep

Who

ion know who wit me
Go chase a bag then holla at corpral
Not giving out passes catch him and scorch him
Niggas be girls so I call em my daughter
Better

talk, lets just skip straight to the thing
Tryna make you ride a nigga like he's
Triple fucking platinum
Tryna drop an album
Open up your legs, I'm tryna

But I’m too focused on my bandz
I’m taking your girl - that’s a flexx
I don’t need no time Cus  I got a Rolex 
Niggas be tripping for real I can tell

girls there
My time gone, depressed it, minds shot, invested
Way too much of my time, no shoulder unless I request it
Not perfect by any means but damn

now, I'm in this room alone and I cannot get out
How could I love myself ever again?
Only saved by this pen, always kill myself rapping of back thens
I

""Oh my God!""

There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you

the mood
Got your girl down on one knee and she ain't lacing up no shoes
Uh
No I ain't through
Just popped one think I need two
Mom keeps taking me back

Uh, uh, me and Ro in the studio
Cacha Wav shit
No, no, no love, no friends
Fuck new beginnings, just stack all your ends
Turn that Honda to a Benz

your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday

Especially when i can't hear the sound
Of your voice over my blasting albums
You look stupid
You look crazy
You've looked better
My depression fucking aged me

The forest is drained like my balls when your boyfriends visits
Christian album till I hope in this
It goes explicit
Favorite colors pink cause that

drop the album
We'll be fine without them...
100% hoe
My heart rate is just t like the tempo
I'm in the bando 
I'll put your girl in the friend zone