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We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

nedal zbohom
Znova začíname po novom

Chcel by som pozdraviť šeckych mo-jich ľudí
20 rokov v rape stále ma to ne-nudí
Život, srdce, rými a nadupané hudby

Keby sme po sebe upratali v tom bordeli
Tak by bol krásny, uprimný usmev a ne vlažný
Úprimný vzťah, keď je vážny
I tak chyťme vlak, nech nám neutečie

Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally

And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't

desperately wish you had
See, it's the way you make up songs and you belt 'em out in the shower
Then tell me you'll write my album, you'll have it done in

rageux prépare-toi, gros bâtard
À voir passer l'orage
T'es en stand-by, tu fatigues, moi je baille
J'suis au top, toi t'es die
Et je baise tes Jedis
Enlève

auf Stand-by
Kann nachts nicht mehr schlafen
(Nein) , renn' in die Bank rein (Ja)
Maskiert sind die Täter hier im Viertel
Jeder will das ganze Stück

me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

you feel the pain maybe you
Relate tell me do it
Make you wanna bang do a drive by to it?
Has it really helped you
I be gettin messages from
People

fugazy yo
The first time I heard rap I was so gassed
Cause back then
You could make an album with no cash
But nowadays everybody is so cool
You got niggas

the same, yeah
No my crew don't abide by the rules
I can no longer lie for you dudes
That's why I'm out here dodging interviews
Wait

Treat the Fuelband like

I was told I'm not a star by a couple folks
Still found a way to put myself in discussion
Next up talks the check come
I turn Yeezus with the Jesus

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

Bora
Mosh pit death, another body caught on tour
Consumed by the greed watch
Living things bleed
The Catcher In The Rye the
Literature that we read
When

I've been thinking
Years have gone by and it's only the beginning
Time to clear the slate and leave it all here
Tryna be sincere and I did shed a tear

traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with

in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's

an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and

Didn't write a fuckin'

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

Coming up in the game
Ain't never be the same
Fuck a album, drop the tape
Now they know your name
Ain't no need to sign a deal
Just to get the fame

what they know me by
Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight but the
Fans wanna stall me
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
Always in the lab with