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Smelled on your aura, heaven scent
I know you were hurt
By some damn peasant
I wrote you an album, I got presents
Yeah you dyed your hair all black
And I'll

chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip like a drive by

to the beat move your feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go & get em
Coach said "get em' & I told coach

better wait up
Cuz I can't cremate myself
With these chains on
I stay on fire
Like a candle stick
On the mantle with
A box of matches lit
By a fucking Bic

Austalia)
Just last week
Ran into Maurice (Mo)
His last release
Too fire like the amazon trees (Too far)
Forget that shit I'm saying homie (What)
You can

who would write this
Woah
Till I'm on your playlist Imma kill an album later
But man still I gotta make it like I'm Tyler The Creator
I'm a monster

Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall

(Cherish) [Da Brat]
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love

My happy state in the void
I miss the times when I was hella captivated by joy, yeah
And they pray that im sick and my throat dry
Cus i stay on their

on an album drop
My eyes is open and I'm looking at my whole day
Reco'gnizing all the places I'ma get paid
Out the shower, dress finished in half a second

eroded
Hocus pocus, try to focus
Smote by sacred scripture like a plague of locusts
I don't own this, I just wrote this
It got into my vocal chords and was

traveling across
Criss cross apple sauce I'll turn the naysayers into pudding
While I scream like I'm Rick Ross
Mr. Raymond's on fire, I'll fill your lungs

a fire drill
This a check
TR-EY
Call me, Trey
Don't got, no more
Time to, play
They too, buddy
Buddy, lame
Niggas, pussy's
All the, same
If I'm

But only you
My only fear is God
So don't consider it as odd
This fire that you're seeing in my eyes
Ain't a façade
Cause when you see me
I'm outside

get to see you dancing by the fire place
I'd hold you close again
The way I did before

There's so much that I'd want to do
If I knew ahead of time

a thong
Get around like marvin I move like a martian
I run with mandalorians and aim like a marksman
Fire on the track you bout to witness an arson
Her ass

the moon
Someday I'm gonna feed my family, ya
This album I wrote as a gift to myself
I'm picking up mics and putting books on the shelf
Lukas tells me I'm

You don't, you don't wanna be in fourth place, man
Hahaha, yo

Roaring fire with the bear skin rug
She said, "Don't pretend we back in love
I'm

on the news
Prolly fire on the crew til the coppers come
Hopping out the van with the tactical rocket gun
Killed another nigga feel like that was my momma son

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

Blood Pressure

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

The headphones is on fire dis time around
Styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these niggas, man
Can't fuck

Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

not a boyz n the hood addict
Menace fanatic
I live the street life for real
So I can brag it
Pop gave me gun lesson back when I was a kid
Now I fire

Still cookin all my meals give you different feels dropped 3 classics so my next albums a even kill street smart business mind keep a even keel

the sign of bein' independent
Been savin' up for long for this album
Went through alot 
You see them boys behind my back (Lingpa)
We grindin' hard like it's

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty