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Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd

this what they mean when they say
Tallest of all are always the hardest to fall
When the flow is this articulated everyone starts to call
Like the ones

Start it off strong
I'm spitting literal syllables
Acting all pitiful 
But this album is critical
To me and I
You're going in my mind
Where I cannot

we'r about to drop
Hope u ready for change
Started with thr president now it's me
I'll be all around the globe 
And I'll prove that by the album's sold

a chrome gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
Sort of like

I'm coming for your jugular
Make ya move with it 
Who did it 
Drop an album coming soon with it 
Gimme two minutes I can write a movement 

Get my

knew I could show affection
But what's the point when nobody now has perception
Ay
I showed what I got and they don't even care
I'm dropping the album

Bought a ton of bread 'cause I saw it
E-Learning, E-Learning, yeah it really sucks
Yeah my album's pretty hot might drop a deluxe
Everything's closed I

nightmare 
Of me witnessing my own corpse accompanied by 
What seems to be a physical representation of my conscience
I present my journal of pain to you all

Living inside my superstitions coming out of ghost town
This song started as an album story
About a boy kidnapped by aliens
One hell of an allegory
Each

Only deserve it, if I'm winning it

Why you listening, if you ain't feeling it
All original, never be stealing it
Killing it, if I fall, I got resilience

you gotta say no

Put your mouth where the money is 
Don't be scared of your bleeding knees
Every time you fall, get up, keep moving
That's what

to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's

the interlude, but
I got brought to a different altitude
Realized I was nice with y'all while disrespecting myself
And it made me fall
The breath of fresh air,

open
I don't know how I got the gift I'm chosen
Making all these songs na I won't stop flowing
Still got big dreams big house by the ocean
Still I'm

Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck

malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his

the key is all you
But with the album about to come I might just let em all loose
See av been really holding back,funny you thought that you knew
Am slowly

out nobody call you
You invite everybody out not one of yo homies fall through (except diff jones) 
But soon as a nigga need something they talkin

album
'Cause I'm in my prime, I'm hoping that's the outcome 
I ain't tryna sign by an X like Malcolm
Where are the real artists 'cause I can't point out

gotta go

I keep on my move
I don't wanna stop
I've been on my grind, bitch
I don't wanna fall

You keep talking shit
But I don't give a fuck
You can’t

I don't tell these stories that these other men do
Life is a bitch that's word to Az
First album made me fall in love with rap was Blueprint by Jay-Z

out of silicon
Fuck an NPC, not a citizen
Oracle, my talent
You love to go and criticize
Album made to legitimize
Your production make me snooze
Click

people I've wrongly placed in 
Reciprocated by my hatred 
got to let go of that
Get back on track 
Plot it out, make a map 
Straight back on the attack
But