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Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one

their out"

Repeat Chorus

Well you know how your grandma and grandpa

Are happy just sittin' 'round the house

Wearin' clothes that are out of date

the rumble
Of the dog house down below
I was getting so much closer to that high, lonesome sound
Of a fiddle and a bow
Two beers are better than one
Two beers

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

crept
Into the game, we're skipping the steps
Breaking the windows the house will be swept

The game I will get, I have to possess
Time is like money I

the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster

Opin Wide

The Mountain Brothers

Triple Crown

Chops burn the house down, we build it from the ground under
Run through your town, catch pounds and bounce like flubber
Hotter than a Stevie

6PM In New York

Drake

If You're Reading This It's Too Late

2015

to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house

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

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

Don't Say a Word

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm

started to work 
On my first album 
No beats 
Just rhymes 
My head was crowded 
I like to reminisce about dudes 
I listened to 
And still do 
I listen

an album bout it
Got a lot of shit to say, but lately all my thoughts are crowded
It's hard to keep them in order if I could ever catch them
I think so

every place I go within an hour gettin' crowded
Y'all could never hold me back, y'all are never in my way
For that to happen I would have to give a fuck

through
I can go back in time by digging through theses shelves

Another album slightly in the red
Still I know they'll carry on

It's surely tempting to go

Surrounded by feds
The Pain
Bruce felt
Finding out
Alfred was dead
Riding around
With these voices
So loud in my head
Crowded like the crowd
For a
New Years

I'm starting a company
Whatever that means
Disruptive media solutions
Whatever that means

I'm singing a sad song
I wrote years ago
They are relevant

the crowded city feeling all alone 
Used to live slow and wear pajamas 
Step off stage as a bad mamajama 
Bumping 3rd Bass not MC Hammer 
My main man Slick,

Bitch I'm from Dade County

DJ Khaled

We the Best [Bonus Track]

2007

to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice

highlight
When it comes to money I am not shy
Counting the stars on the night sky
Wave at UFO when it passed by
Lonely night
Windows are open in the house
My

album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature' 
check out the cover 
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house