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down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted

beauty, by the motherfuckin' craziness
Raise your hands, make some noise
Fuck the roof, fuck the floor
We are free and we want some more
We wanna be like

initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move

playing with that heavy weight
Know they ain't gone slide for me could get em gone in many ways
This bitch gone shoot the roof off, ballin like the NBA
Too

where's the satisfaction?
If it's not made true, is it only a distraction?
Who's the judge?
Building a beautiful home by brick
But if it isn't two-story,

time and by phases
Still think I´m an X in the making
I got my own praise for my ratings
I see my own roof then I raise it
Wont stop till I feel like I

Had stop showing love, they would take me for granted
Finna drop me an album, cause I'm feeling sadder
This anger inside me been hurting me sadly
Said

Hey
So remember back in
What was it?
March
When lean machine came out
We were all talking about
Uhh', making an album
Well it's... It's finally here

Phillie

Look
Roof over my head is an old one, but block out all the rain
Used to be stuck in traffic, till I hit the diamond lane
Refrained the 9 to 5, now

I wanna love ya, I wanna love and treat you right
I wanna love ya, we'll be together
We're the roof right over I, we'll share the shelter
Oh yeah,

(fully strapped)
Fully loaded with ammo we step on the scene, we aim and we bang (bang)
I'm walking surrounded by flames like Monday night raw I'm hotter

the first one to be sent out of school
I was so scared when it's about to rain
Every little breeze would take off the roof
Crazy neighbours be laughing at you

Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people

with a pop but the smoke ain't even hitting the roof

Run up a check
I got no time to flex
I'm on my way yeah I'm up next
I'm up in the sky right now
Got

my roof
When your mom told you you were good
She wasn't telling the truth
I said I'd rather get mauled by a bear
Or have somebody spill some AIDS in my

I keep on grinding
Until my pockets are fatter than ceelo green

Now I'm back in the hood
Surrounded by fake people I can't trust
Wake up in

right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got

Da pan to the water, to keep my bad roof from leaking.

If you can tell by my lips, that I’m hardly speaking.

Feed me the fans, I swear I'll never

a pretty boy winter, Swamp stallion
Trot through, I need about 10 thousand
Swamp, calm the fuck down, boy you wildin
I made this album drinkin by the gallon

album (Ha ha ha)
The jokes on you jack (Ha ha ha) (Yeah)
We did it again (We did it again)
Take that (Ha ha ha) (Ah)

A'int shit changed but the loot

with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

got a double cup right now
Yo bitch fix that shit
Yes sir
As I was saying congratulations to my newest artist! 
May ya sales be thru the roof so you can

bobby hill
D-84 you ain't gonna get no skill
Especially if your next album is a stick man ninja
Your so fake your own career gave you the hamma
Apparently

I hope its a big Check

Everything is on me, Its for free
Kofi K its me

First Album Dreams = Reality

Nigga call it what u want 
No help for my