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still want to know when the album comin? out 
Ask the teenagers, O?Gs and Ask the kids 
What they definition of Classic is 
Timeless, cause age don?t

the fuck up, nigga?)
Turn

Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)
I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)
Sometimes you gotta lose the battle

practically shit
After that you wrote a shitty album for some stupid bitch?
Fuck is wrong with you, man I'm glad I murdered your ass again
I'm about'a spark

That we used to do
That's why I find comfort in
Smoking weed in your room
I hope you don't feel all alone
Cuz' I'ma be with you soon bro
I miss you too

assumption

Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function

Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction

But it’s just me by myself, all alone in

I talk like a chulo(Chulo)
I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno(Woo)
Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo
You play your cards, I'm reversed on you all and I might

Rewind That

Common

Nobody Smiling [Deluxe Edition]

2014

a part of it
And his presence I didn't even acknowledge it
Knew I was wrong, he shoulda at least had a song
It wouldn't be me without No I.D., and Twilite

to review the morals y'all live by
My main bitch a thorobread
Give a nigga thoro head
Call this my spit shine flow
Cause my bars be clearing heads
Y'all all

to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she

of testing it on something, they’ve been testing us all their lives
They have all control over your life
You won’t have a job your mind your soul anymore
By

a hold a' that
And the thought dropped
And then my heart stopped by my own hand
Three failed plans
Spent my whole life not goin' right
Cause most things

I don't know how to give a fuck

I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is

fa fa
All over the counter
But they won't fix my head
I thought I had found her
But I was wrong
Fell in love with a demon
I Couldn't be myself
See that

the streets it's hard as hell can't change my habits
And I still be losing sleep, I chose recording as my passion
Keep on thinking that i'm sweet I call my bro

skunk
Melt down plastic punks
One punchline tongues fell out
I'm well rounded
Edgy and sharp as a barbed fence now
Ten thousand hours by the time
I was

be any different
Failing a careful balance
Falling into distance
Wouldn't it wouldn't it
Wouldn't it be any different
Overwhelmed by static so far past

money from above
And at the same time I won know
If e wrong or right
Don't wanna hurt no one else
Don't wanna be the sorta' guy

To belittle 'dem

hustles came in different forms
Started with the pies, real ones lost lives
Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized
I buckled down in a Porsche

songs
Aint trippin even if you sing em wrong
I'm turning over every single stone
Even one's that the sheep have thrown
Recording 4 in the morn, quarter

low how much to the beach can you go I woke up in a swan song the only thing I know album no I may be wrong I wanna do sold out Sogno two one go no I’m

of our lives while recording songs
I'm leashed to my loyalty, listening all alone
So many life experiences I done had on my own
I guess we all hard-headed,

my homies down at Sun Rise
You can't find respect but can lose it quickly this is a rule that I live by strictly
Put in work and get paid no days off

person to survey me in a wrong way, but I'm in a hurry, not wanting to be late for my session. Hopped in a rickshaw, "Borivali station le lo bhaiya". As I

Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
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