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At a level you couldn't reach with G5
So the competition is barely knee high
Freestylin' for the record

Hope you f*ckas ready for the 

New brand

don't wanna let em sleep
Fuck it I don't let 'em breathe
Motherfuck a enemy

Yea, only fear is goin' broke 
If you put me on a stage I will never ever

the pain
Cant 't count how many times I let her down
Promise I'll be better now
Thats how broken records sound
You stayed wit me, knowing damn well I wasn't

the balloons
Float
Try to let your sense of self go
Forgive yourself for all the things you didn't know
I didn't know much
I didn't know that I didn't know

prolly why my asshole boss
Low key don't even fuck with me
That's why I need to take off
Selling records to the public
But my greatest fear is posting

got problems when nothing can hurt?
When your heart's not in what you're doing it can be a curse
There's nothing that's worse, I'd even disperse

me I fuck around
And put one in ya brain
Then walk off with ya dame
Private plane all the way to the coast
I'm going pop up to the burbs yo
Something

let a young boy live
Put a price above your head and now they calling for dibs
And when they smoke you out the whip they never aim for the ribs
Yeah
Old

can you hear me mama
Creating everything all in your honor
Gotta man up gotta take care of father
We only getting older so I gotta go harder
Put

it all out we ain't flexin like this
But we could put another record on this (Like what's up baby)
She like game from a real nigga
I could bring her in

soul I can catch that big break
Established 1997
Born into the s*** that made you turn into a savage
They reconcile with pain poisoned by they blinded

and please take your time
Toss two tens for a couple dimes
Girl let me know when I can get you alone
Grab you by the hand take you to my home
Pupils dilate

that man I'd give it all i could
But it ain't going good
(Oooh nooo)

Fuck this 8 by 11
Im done with wasting my breath!
Today I say bye im heading
Off

out the box
Bringing that hit make 'em hit the flo', fresh out the box
So put my ish in the record sto' fresh out the box
I'ma take this game by storm

striking a stance
Ima put you in your place that's a guarantee
Don't you be trying to come with them hands
I done controlled myself long enough being a kid

corners losing traction
But when I'm on that straight
Never lose my way
Come collect my pay
In the booth
Like I'm dr Dre
I'm spinning records hot like

carried both your heels all clad in burgundy red
How could I ever forget about all the gifts that you've given
My record player still spinning wore out my 4

better
Every one dies
Music lives on forever
No need to cry
When I'm dead on that stretcher
I come back to life
When they put on my record
You feeling my

these records so I can't be bothered by all of that noise
This shit ain't amateur
We been out runnin' this shit so I hope you a fan of us
We in the valley

ThePsychpatient

Psych Records

Used to be a cub
Grown up now started feeling like I had a enough
Tossed around like volley ball
Just because I gave

came to battle wit a noose
Dayme got a flow sporadic, y'all in a loop
I could cop a dollar and put it to better use
Than others who blowin' m's
The music

do a B&E just to seal a record deal
Tired of being broke I done put down the smoke
Got the nine in a cutty spot for banging at my foes
Trying to eat in

all just some sinners
Right
Yeah, this ain't by choice
We gotta hustle
Society love to tell you that so n so above You
Try to sucker you into something

peel off (Woo)
This the realest shit done came out
No fake flexing just niggas making beats up in a house
No false records to bank accounts
All by myself