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thought I'd be a rich nigga by now
In my twenties, getting lit, hit the club ball out
And every ho who turned me down tell them all look at me now
Used

Yeah
It was December back in 2018
Holy Spirit, you flow through me, you're my friend
It was December back in 2018
I was working on the album steady

Chris Pratt, cause I'm Garden the Galaxy
Alexcy whilexy everyone loving my album see me at the Grammys winning everything they can give to me, including

uncalled for
Mad because they dropping albums and nobody fall for it
Eyes red it's the smoke Dom Brown is all for it
I flop wait what
What is that some kind

years
And I ain't even catch a case
Lox is OGs and ain't no nobody take her place
I seen niggas come and go
Now they wearin skinny jeans all tight
Lookin

Alright lee, i'm just chillin down Shaftsbury, got the gold, catch u later...

Psych

Don't go, busting my balls
Or I'll smash your brain all over

Yo, JDZ spitfire business
Jaykae, Invasion Alert, SHM
Make sure you go get A Bite to Eat, out now
Free Little Lee, free Creeper
Free Bossman C, free

be two faced
Kissing up to me trynna to save face
Runaway but I'm stuck in the same place
I'm singing my album as D'ussé
Switching cars we done

down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted

We chase dreams
Fuck chasing C.R.E.A.M
They say that money rules the world
Or so the 'basics' seem to think
Living by own motto
Born to lead
Could

escape
My reality
And whatever gets in my way
Yea I'd pay to be a kid again
Live my life amazed
By every little thing in life
This is a feeling that I

tear it apart
I'm gnarlier than Steve-O watching TIVO 
Of little girls being t boned by a truck outside of BMO in Slow-mo
I never go slow
I never put out

it)
Know I get the money, n**** by the pound (Yeah)
Heard you got a album and it bang, right? (Right)
But When they play me, it’s a different sound
I

Shoa khöe, wake up baby we gotta go
Running late for the flight
I been up 36 hours i need some rest
Still gotta wake up and sign some some papers

I know you were just tryna help out and i’m being mean 
I called you in the am cuz I couldn’t go to sleep 

Casey
Always By herself 
I hope that she

conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless

your arms, chewed up by animals

(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in

fat lies
Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me right by
I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me

your daughter rooms
Shoutout to the fatherless dudes
I got no auto tune
I gotta turn my album in high noon
Who do you talk to?
When the phone too busy

were you from its were you at
They'll never see you coming
I was told by Towdee Mac
I hit the floor running like a jumbo jet
Diddy dancing enhancing my

like- "I can teach myself"
I made a whole album and I was just screaming, but they couldn't help
She told me I had bad luck
I couldn't give it- I'm down

Fuck what a bitch nigga think you gotta deal with that
Go buy a dress
Trill ain't never sold my soul I can live with that
All by myself
The highest light

knows?"
I'd want a lot of proof shown
The only thing that was Jewish about
Me was my last name
And the Holocaust and Jew jokes
At the lunch table i was

on potential
Can’t only measure success by low benches
My sense the process shows best where you go next
Focus on no man hold self to the code set no less