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or is it death
Or is it my time for success
God hears my cries, he knows I’m stressed
With every rhyme, I prove I’m next
This year is mine, I would advise

it goes
It only take that one in the million

From off the wall to thriller
All eyes on me seven day theory
Like hitting a grand slam
Or pitching a no

long term half a decade
Couple gold medals on my wall, y'all still in last place
I'm so appalled like, what would Kanye say
If a rebel soldier

a mission
I’ll be damned if these foos come tripping on us
If they try to then they gonna be some goners
No hand out I got this by myself for real
I done paid

to drop an album to understand the thoughts on my train
Issac hayes minus the shades
Krs-one with three sixty waves
Kool G Rap with a fade
Malcom littles in

Jay, you know, he was the artist and Dame was the mouth piece of the business, all the decisions were made by all three of us... we did everything

at the pawn shop
He dropped a album, it was a flop
Every song I'm on is always a bop
Show me what you're made of
Before it's too late
Show me what you're

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

peaceful
Sitting on a wall in Stroudy
Now a few years later, I'm a little bit older,
wised up, that much stronger
My mum thinks that I'm wasting time,
I'm

had his back to the wall
He'd find a way to recapture you all
Flying the game I'm in a plane it's cool
When I touchdown it's hot for you all

photo albums and pictures on our walls
Now it’s Facebook and IG post when we bored
Memories fades but the melodies stays
Cause when you gone they never go

My man Pretty Black
Said he seen some folk
Turn vegetarian when the beef come
Spit gangster shit
But don't step to the war drum
In fact they jet when

beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

be mad when you get played
In front of your chick
If Paul Wall got the 'net goin' nuts
Guess you can say I got
Them fools throwin' fit's