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To sleep your ass just unannounced
Then call me sorry cause I'll announce
That your sorry ass can't stand out
Make em' hit the ground, play the song, do

a ride wit me
Camera man shot a video
Buck me for 250
He in a whole nother state
Dis bitch won't answer da phone
I felt betrayed by my people
Cus y'all put

what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

James Harden
I been so out the mix you probably barely even notice me
Still keep a ten hitting notes like she jodeci
Ex hit my line but it's a strong hell

lame, baby, hit em with that snooze

I'ma ice your neck, then I'll ice your wrist too
And if they ain't fuckin' with me, I don't know what else to do
Do,

second is getting tougher
And not to mention the music
This album is never coming
I keep on doing these features
But solo tracks are amounting
I'm running

Look ama hit them with the honest flow
One hand on the Bible
Swear the worlds got to know
Yall judging the book my it's cover
Word has it that lynxx

Ya know
They often ask me where I been
I said uh
I been working on the album
They like fasho I be like hell yeah
Ok uh let's go gdrrr

Bad Religion

endurance
Fuck a wild body, I'll pull up in a Urus
Tool Tucked, I just bought this bitch out sears(serious)
Niggas flexin' with other niggas' money, are you

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

pawn shop shit you can
Get you a guitar but you can never do this, yuh
Wait a long time just so you can get to running and you
Hit the wrong line just

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

Fuck the alarm
Hit the snooze
I'm thinking 'bout calling out
Body pissing out the booze
Monday blues
Dreaming 'bout different hues
Far away from

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

Blues eyes, blonde hair (Hit-Boy)

I'm Donnie Darko (woo), I'm drunk (ayy)
Swerve down a dark road (yeah)
How fast can the car go with a trunk full

on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

The rent money’s due
The rent money’s due

I took my money and invested in gold 
In other words, myself my soul I sold 
For devilish reasons, I’m

brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity

that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it

naive back then, was full of dreams back then
Makes me think back when, I felt ambition hit
Crazy how shit changes prolly vanished with my innocence
But

The game gave me a name
Know them motherfuckers feel me
I spit the truth
I make em dig to the root babe
When I’m in the booth
That other shit it get the boot

the pop, or the crackle sound
Just know that it's not an album skip
Now I really wonder if I gotta die
Tellin' police see you on the other side
Throw out C4