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Culpa, what it be
I still been on my come up
Felix Culpa, what it be
Felix Culpa, you a fiend
Fuck up commas front and center
Shawty at the party, why'd

Everything rhymes with somethin'
But some things don't
Here we go

If I had a rhyme and a dime
For every time I'd fine the right line
I'd take my

and more
By social media

And then there was the music business
My business of music
Which had never made any money for me
Even though I'd been signed

still alone
I can’t put a bitch first
Yeah I got this game by the throat
Bout to put it in a hearse
Cuz I

[Chorus] x2
(A) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic

(Ladies)
Monkeys on the mic, drum beats, and keys
Music all created by some chimpanzees (Alright)
Tracy making tunes, Booty Tunez was our first job
Now we

It was the sound he heard within
The clarity of the bass that kept rumbling
It was the like those mids that just wouldn't go away
They kept calling

thinking 'bout this sin and how it'd go for me
A chance for me to live my life of dreams and take this game so far
Or dawn a suit and tie for life, deciding

world'd feel my pain
(My pain)
Most of these niggas be namin' names
(My name)
Prices go up, we plain the jane (It's up)
Know she gon' fuck, that's why she

That Would Be Me

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

[Verse 1]
Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear
Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear
Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier
Have

Monopoly

[Verse 2]
'Cause when the rappers start grindin'
It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them
But when his album drop and he go diamond
Everybody

Ding dong on a outin', would've been a loss if we'd found him
Can't record need more points on the board, gang tape at first, then I gave them an album

a shame
Quavo or Migos, I don't know who the fuck is who
And Lil Uzi and Polo G go stupid on that autotune
You a fan G Eazy or Kyle, man I don't know, they

LGBT community hears it and they will attack
Fuck you right up in the ass, no pun intended
But if you go and offended 'em, your career is fallin' right

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

Nigga brain on the street.
I'm tryna be number 1 like I'm taking a leak
But whenever the album drop
They'll say this nigga the sheet

Pardon the accent

though lacking height
I welcome the warmth of sunlight
Leaves fall, but they
Will be replaced in time
Branches fall, branches sway
But the roots will be

leave you be
You gotta know oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Yo if made a album I'd wonder what it sound like
Niggas try to hate on me but that's down right
And I put

to be like these niggas cause they're the broken ones, your music heals me to cope with the loss of my oldest son and it's crazy cause you're younger than

Cash That I Got

Swishahouse All-Stars

Day Hell Broke Loose, Vol. 2 [Bonus Chopped CD]

2001

and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her

replicate what I write
Or the content I create
In the songs that I recite
In the albums that I put out
I feel so put down
By this point in time the birds have

album was the Wicked Ways & Softer Shades
Konphlicted was the perfect name
Cause though you yearned for change
Was burned by the harshest of the game
You

Dude
They're coming back tonight
The dude and..
Their guys
Oh my gosh

Been a long time but we're back now
Had a bit going on in the background
Here

Don't say my shit ain't country unless
You go and read the lyrics, fuck
They say that I'm not y'all want
But y'all ain't breakin' eye contact
Fuck Music

to change a thing
Album two is coming 
I'm not even 17
People don't flex when I pull-up 
Cause you know I got means 
Tried to hit a lick 
So imma hit em with