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on the record by saying that
Was probably the best Breakfast
Bars we've had
Yo what is this Bring the Pain
When I spit it so insane
Gotta bring it back again
When it comes to talking I owe no one jack
But I know some people been waiting for this, an explanation from Chis
What made you change how you live? I
And hollow in my work I examine
The America we live in
And I've always tried to show people
That the devil we blame our
Atrocities on is really just each one
tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a choir
People, please, don't listen to these liars
Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you
Droppin' jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, got damn, look where I am
The first album, long live the kane, it sold
About umm aww fukkit it
the lonely sun
YAH
Credit card debt no sir
Don't waste money on fake fur
Obsession with an image I curb
The current system I want to disturb
Yah
People live
and ready to hear the album complete
Let's make the announcement while the popcorn pops
While the drinks get cold and nacho cheese gets hot
This is
in the streets
Now out here it gets harder every day
She tries to make a living in every single way
She lives in the ghetto, lives in Chilobwe
But
enjoying all the sugar cane
What you're hearing is the smoothest rhythm from my brain
Live your life for you, and never try to entertain
These phony niggas
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
of this album is
Basically that we are called to encourage one
Another in the word
Lift each other in grace
And build one another in love
It's a really deep
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people
But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I
out of school now he’s trying to go platinum
Sleeping on his homies couch
Working on his album
And the rent is past due
But he gone get the bag soon
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
and a hard sell for me
Trying to hustle online with the heartfelt-est tweet
Most people don't go to gigs... even if it's free
And rap is so rarely right live
a mess (Aight ma)
Aight ma
This is why I love her & will never forget it's the life we live
Life we live, life we live
Life we live, life we live
Life we
ain't safe
Man, this music is a drug and the people is the turf
Niggas tryna smoke me, so I gotta stay tough
Looking up, got my mind on my money
No time
life is even benefitting me
Cause I was gonna waste some time and money
Today to remaster some dumb old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
how real it get until your life is in danger (you don't understand)
Cops take you out your glow, nigga, live a whole life full of anger (woo)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
mat
And trust me I try but being modest is hard
When everyday these people calling and they promise the stars
But they don’t know that I’m already
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