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work clothes or a dress shirt
Lesser men became intimidated by the alpha male
Hated for the great amount of tail that I'm about to nail
Bound to fail
may think I've set out to offend you, nah hardly
Please don't think this album's an original story
This already happened, y'all just think about Ravi
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
number one out of ten
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying about a sample
I'd rather be loved by
be more like fam
I'm just vying for the summer
Women lie, men lie
And everybody lie about the numbers
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
gonna be my wife
Whether we homeless whether we famous
Whether we're locked up and in containment
I wanna have her by my side
Personal album without her I
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
mind, how did I get this far
I thought about how I, kill you for laughin' at my business card
Feels like I been discarded, And I really don't get this
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
guys
Got everybody falling like Andy's coming
It's insane
Watching NPC's
Talking about end game
Blinded by networks
It's a shame
Can't see they're in
She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me
in the flicks, we placin' brick blocks
I'm keepin' this cocked, so just stay six off, ugh, ugh
Bulldog about to cough
Me, I get my work in
Phone up,
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
who the goat my nigga I am him
And I don’t even smirk when I say it not even the slightest grin
How many tracks didn’t make this album about 5 or 10
invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…
What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me
Sitting on the Jeep
Listening to Yeek
Watching the sunset just as it peaks
T-shirt weather, I ain't worried about the heat
With my phone plugged in,
self-evident
That all men are created equal
They are endowed by their creator
With certain unalienable rights
And among these are life, liberty,
Sing of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hear about Megas Jonsson *
Cast the runes against your own soul
There is not much
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
don't like it, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders,
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