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That is not your Benz Dawg
Bitch that's your uncle's car
Flexing on these niggaz but we know Where you is from
I wanna buy a car so I hope my grind

albums in a year
Composed it and I wrote it
Learned my music by the ear
Now tell me if that's worth
Like $50,000 a year
Now tell me if that's worth
Like 10

to praise
We are for real on the end of the race
That's why a lot of albums coming this age
I'm pretty sure about what I want to be
I was sent to Earth, there

to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you

swim 
Talk money when I can talk
Give a fuck about your feelings nigga
I got mines off the asphalt 
Take Savya, nigga add salt
That's what happens when

on independence
That's why I have to fucking laugh
At these independent rappers
Who really get smacked up
By they CEO's
When they get the heart to ask for more

to demonstrate
Mental penatrate come on your mind impregnate
Call these niggas hoes because the ministrate 
The album sounding epic like the deluxe edition
I just

my friends to like listen to you
Because yo' I'm always jamming to your Cashmere
Cashmere Don album every morning so like
I think you're great and um

do your part let other niggas take it
This album is therapy ask ‘em how they feeling lately
You don’t know I love children I just wanna have plenty

catching bodies
I'm feeling like Logic and Em
We murder, but this not O.J. Simpson
Can't trust a bitch, won't rely on a nigga
I guess that's why my finger

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Endless Chain of Lies
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I live a quiet

a reason
9. I lost my purple pill I’m in my alpha zone
10. I ain’t cut my hair in a year I’m still in album mode
11. Then I got rid of some old habits but I

You didn't see it coming
Thought you‘d be sad
Constant reminders 
Of the memories that you had 

I tried to comfort you
You asked me why
So busy

song album now I cant feel shit
And she know how I am yeah she know that I'm bout it
You stay with your gun now you cant leave without it
My god
You know

not fuck with these niggas
This niggas be bitches I swear to god they be bleeding
I dropped an album I'm the hood hero
I really gave q sum to believe in

to the clones of a
Spider crew
No hate, just a fuck you too
Not pressed by what you do
I'm M C let the mic confuse
It's righteous soul food, for
The album do,

the rats, you on Snake-ish
But like I said we off to the moon, Newphoria spaceship
Aye feel like astronaut
I'm a long way from y'all, I feel like astronaut

it)
And you know that choppa hold 50
Patek watch, cost me 350 (50)
Play my album and you know it's litty
Tryna (tryna), get it (get it), out the (out

where I been at?

I probably put out like
One trash album (God's Got Me!)
Everything you else?
You can crank it pass the volume
But when I heard yours

fight
I rather pour up a four to get my mind right

Let me tell you bout the last few months
Workin on my album and some few songs
Tryna cut back of this

your food
Like please man don't be rude
Runnin' up the Beetles like 'Hey Jude'
Let's just hope this album was slightly viewed
'Cause if it wasn't, I am

I dreamed
You ain't felt what I felt
You ain't hear all them screams
In the midst of the crowd
Where them guns get to singing
And your ears get

is brown and
You know how we like to get down (Yeah)
Yo soy negro, y esta soy en espanol (Yeah, yeah, skrrt skrrt)
Esta es excelente, soy serio, no

When they ask me how I'm doing I'm fine
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind