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the album come with a siren
I don't want a condo I need an island
So my son can do whatever he want, baby Biden
My name is Papyrus
Etched in it said

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like

And you know I ain't talking tusk
Bewildered by the foes in my eyes
There shoes will never fit to my size
I'm too big to fit there is no dice
Want bars like

cool
I don't miss my shot
I don't what the big deal is
Jeez Ah police!
Go down on me Mr Teacher
Preacher, Preacher Prech my pussy
Don't worry you can go

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

the machine they don't like that
Back room sessions homie I record by myself
And These words get personal reflecting on my self
I'm a River city boy I was

sleep around
Little me
Big streets
Tall trees
Two feet
Wanna leave
Don't Eat
Harper, what you wanna be?
Harper, what you wanna do, what you wanna see,

only lasted as long as my savings did, which wasn't for very long. Your bills and your landlord don't care if you're pursuing a dream. The lifestyle I

Back to square one
This shit for the fam
I don't have fun
I'm handsome
Money on my mind
I'm finna grab some
Your grandson
Finally got the light
I'm

that, all that shit
You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem
[Eminem]
Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln
Till it went over

fréquence qu'leurs vices
Tant d'vils projects pendant qu'les villes s'engorgent de malaises
Marionnettes à l'aise ils t'endorment
Aux manettes "big bro" sorti

someone else thats something I don't believe in
I wanna take the fast route, I wanna do the rap shit
My lyrics they be mad hot, my head is gettin massive
I

should never try to
Beef with me courage is a fighter 
Beers in me until im in sky up
Cheap thrills maybe for some nights
Big bills is the goal one life

bills
On a roller coaster, doing big thrills
You a hoe bitch with some fake grills
All the wannabes need a chill pill
I get bags, big money
Mall shopping

to the top

I ain't stopped by the Senate, still stuck to the block
And my nigga, he went, he was out, loose spots
Level 5, J-Buff, and my nigga, Bill Wheeler

big ears, truth they fear
Don't wana ear, do what you do
I can't see fool, did my school
Used my tool, Plan to rule
Her and him, See'me king

I watch,

Honestly, who cares? 
Realist big ears, truth they fear 
Don’t wana ear, do what you do 
I can’t see fool, did my school 
Used my tool, Plan to rule 
Her

don't really even know me bro
But I'm like a volcano about to blow
Coming for your city, big eyes big nose
Spewing out flames coming straight from

I don't ever gotta go back
Don't gotta pick up the phone less it's mama
Or it's my pops telling me I've been too away
Don't no one pay this bill but

don't wanna be famous
Fame, money, stars, shows

Fame, Fame, Fame, Fame
Fame, Fame, Fame, Fame

I wanna get high in the whip
And drive right by a cop
Who

as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh

the top is always lonely
All i want is top i got some in house pussy
Riding on edge hope a nigga don't push me
Big faced bills giving coins to my kids
I can

for the show, okay!
Cant get ya bitch back, pshht no way 
I don’t do kick back shh on gang 
Tryna make big racks, no change 
People brought up in

Don't leave your passion alone
I won't ever leave my passion alone
Don't leave your passion alone
I won't ever leave my passion alone

Finish my