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50
01:50
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I been off to the races
I been up so long my soul is sky adjacent
it aint a handstand on the pavement
if they crows, how am I a raven?
I bet they lyin ass get tamed
she do the code switch my favorite
we was branching out for this paper
polemic schemes
aint claiming john doe, but identify later
chance low he get posterior
bro probably a hater
outta nowhere like momma mary
I eat my prey so I told her catch me at the monastery
my hands tied, now they open carry
landslide and they find me buried
white boys always pickin cherries
white washin with the palmolive
in the shade I look like a black canary
I thought my shadow was me
niggas be chasin a dream
I do that shit in my sleep
praying my soul is a keep
chances that me and you meet is 50 like 2003
carry my soul like a ki
shit is right next to the engine
I aint a boy, I'm a chemist
momma asked "where is the rent?"
hope she don't pick up the scent
my plug out in **** got me bent
all that I wanted to be
is 50 in 2003
carry my soul like a key
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2. |
Fly
02:24
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pray these niggas meet they quotas
pray I go to sleep sober
people's own instinctive travels
I don't wanna see the coda
I look up to chief sosa
chill my soda see-through tho
see the auras and intentions
close it then delete the ho
I keep a slot for new extensions
dialed up the Nina so she whining like the grigio
I'm silent cause of grief
that's a tylenol, repeat the flow
all my diamonds black
yo tribal tat via the stick and poke
you pious and you cap
swap the pyrex for the map, he know it's pirates in the back
I move like two tracks with the slash
they changing names, I do the dash
post pone the practice
only work if it's magic
you puffin what the cash is
volume 1, fan-tas-tic
I'm banking every autumn
21, it's fort collins
if I spend it then I got it
if I didn't then I profit
couldn't make a promise so I had to "on gawd"
saw I had job, dog, I gotta call it off
he like '83 Isley, talk to him nicely or he might sing
he beg for high beams, now he at high speeds
he flying
'83 Isley, talk to him nicely or he might sing
like or not g, like or not g
you flying
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3. |
supah
02:04
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why the pressure get to me in ways I can't explain?
terrified stare when I'm steering mine, but I fear a lane
I care way too much about my heroes
hope you healing thanks to god
meditating, shady shane mr. fuck a job
peers changed, momma paid me advice, I don't hear a thing
it marinates, here in my state, we just perishables
apparently I'm the sun now, and it's my time to shine
dark unless you spark the connect, it's a fuckin powerline
or grass greener than spring time
I was crate diggin to put a deep plot on a thin line
we kin til the signs pick sides and let shit fly
stay in these pockets, I aint even a rich guy
poppin the shit tossin stone rocks, now you fist hiding
talkin the top ten, they pick croppin, I wont buy it
21 shawty, bare arms and I wont hide em
tour de force portion of the track, now they skip time
told em "free the land"
I just supply em with the boy cause I don't see the man in me
hope you see the fan in me
hope I meet demands x2
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4. |
when im home
01:27
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5. |
paramedic!
02:00
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live with no ends
I was skipping on friends
got a lot of dead homies, call the paramedic
ghost niggas, pretend
seeing through a new lens
everybody see though, get the windows tinted
turn a nigga to a fable in a minute
I don't carry no label, I'm independent
wasn't finna throw shade, but remembered my name on a first name basis
shit is okay
I was runnin at bases, he militant
wage make a nigga run home to his benefits
praise, but it wasn't all around, he was bending it
rage make a nigga foul play like the glove fitting
crate digger, cirque du soleil how he flipping it
soul but he feel the soul weight like he in limbo
saying shit with a straight face cause I aint kidding
pain make him write it complex, but it's simple
nigga we free agents
off the strength take a green vacation
pull up, located
crib is gated, tryna act my age
finna hit the bay and it's amazin
hit the stain and give the takings
tabloid, and-1, he wont make it
we grave diggaz, diggin graves
no ammo, baby, shoot yo shot
no camo, baby, don't get caught
jackson, rambo on the sample
I just ramble
time gon pass you
live with no ends
I was skipping on friends
got a lot of dead homies, call the paramedic
ghost niggas, pretend
seeing through a new lens
everybody see though, get the windows tinted
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6. |
nah
01:49
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righteous, nah
type kid, nah, but hybrid
likeness, nah
gon find him? nah, not likely
born on a coast where I was undermined
thank you kindly
four out of five he rocking portishead
he got no eyes
born to fly, but what I sighted got a decent glide
every night is demon time
aint no god in open court
rent free we in his fort
got the call, I did ignore it
try to change, but he was shorted
tell the truth, they aint record it
used to talk way too much in my songs
baring them bones
rest in piece holmes
stare at my phone, but aware of the throes I be carrying close
oh here I go
score too low, just parry the blow
emaciated inlay under the coat
pitchforks been been at his throat
how he stay cold outside with his folks?
preaching love, but it sound like a joke
he carry that beat huh?
yo peak was 2016 huh?
got caught so you put it on me huh?
ride on me ha
I don't carry that strap cause it's in her knee highs
talk about me huh?
they aint talking bout me, nah
righteous, nah
type kid, nah, but hybrid
likeness, nah
gon find him? nah, not likely
I miss, nah
I hit on, they like it
timeless huh? just time me
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7. |
time loop
01:46
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forgot the day again
might forget the ways, but I wont forget the faces
forgot today was the day I'm making changes
tryna spend the time when I didn't even make it
chiseled by the pain, but the glimmer isn't vacant
staring at my face, take a picture, you can save that
areas away where I carried out my plays at
fair enough to say I aint prepared, but I remain that nigga
dancing to the bank, I wont even make a statement
I was lacking deep sleep tryna make arrangements
yesterday was the same as the next
reach peaks, why would he wanna reset?
not the age on the grave when I leave the plane
young shade, for the feign I don't see the gain
but y'all do that shit again and again and again and again
I'm just waiting for the tete a tete
he set the bar low, he hard, we gon set him straight
I mean tomorrow as far as the other day
can't even tell the difference
not the age on the grave when I leave the plane
young shade, for the feign I don't see the gain
but y'all do that shit again and again and again and again
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8. |
20 AND SICK
03:00
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if I don't hit you up don't forget my name
she said "I hope that you up and you come my way"
I don't do it, don't come my way
homie don't hit me up, I don't know what to say
I got a new mask, don't address my face
keep the mask on, don't address my ways
homie don't hit me up, I don't know what to say
look at the kid, 20 and sick
might as well rip off the lid, start where you finish
think I like my women broad and dark as it gets
they couldn't fit me in a squad, she was all that I missed
20, no chico, there's plenty when the harness is slit
I'm the type to skrt off when the vibe gettin killed
I see his stilts getting tall with the fall getting big
excuse the missed calls, I forgot y'all existed
hardball, I was cooking, but I'm not in the kitchen
long shifts, family thought I was missing
bomb fit, but he not for the mission
palms split, hoping god is still giving
suicides on the drop is intended
wasn't talkin bout a whip
and they like to call it karma, but it's prolly hit or miss
this the psalms, stay calm
mom's problems with my friends was alarming
fore I clocked, they was garnishing the checks
now I'm starving
20 and black deco
running like black specials
funnel the cash, stuffing the bag
if I'm average, then I'm too tapped in
y'all was on the tarot, I'm deflecting all the backspins
redressing all the facts, this recession keep the match lit
text me when you back, or if she naked I'll relax then
perish if you wack
can't carry on the track, dead
keep it three stacks
mos definite, I'm yasiin bey
if I don't hit you up don't forget my name
she said "I hope that you up and you come my way"
homie don't hit me up, I don't know what to say
I got a new mask don't address my face
keep the mask on, don't address my ways
homie don't hit me up, I don't know what to say
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9. |
War
01:41
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this the art of warring
blood of my ops pouring
y'all more useless than red cross in hysteria
prophet let life run its course
you was the carry out
up all scary hours, paranoia staring
let him loose like the tearaway
bury me now
this joint crack like 70s child
now I'm coping
not famous, more so well known
I'm the totem
think you special? you just polaris out of focus
big chunes wrote cause shady shane mr. no show
day after december 10th be my horoscope
I deserted all tropes
you discernable as the poconos
row the boat slow, my funds low as the open cold
so it goes
the saintly saint is a beginner
we flex, then hit his candy paint with paint thinner
same state, but I caint envy no man
want fame, but god laugh at his plans or I don't know
tank chevy with the party of five and hit the door
top ten, but ya boy still alive
who am I to judge?
crutching on the love, but sucks
can't even open up
on the hunt
feel like 2nd to none when I don't open up
stuck cause the whip need a jump
all the fights, had to throw up the ones
won the battle so they threw me a dub
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10. |
Boogeymann
02:28
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big scary who?
big shady kept his shit straight like 10 and 2
feeling baby blue
kneeling every night pray my day renew
like take a drag, got a half if you want it
peer pressure on it
I don't make promises
shawty asked me if I wanna smoke, but I had to pass like my closet
who dishonest with me?
I wont call it like a bad ref
I'm on the tonics, she on the chronic
I don't bud in conversation
boogeyman was just a dud, he on vacation
checking under the bed
I know I'm in over my head
how he let go of his sense?
he checking the pot for his ends
tell him I only got kin
they know I don't have any friends
ducking these ops for a miss
they ducking the ops for a trend
he don't sit with potty mouths
first she saw the style and then she saw the house
the downers keep me down
steep like he snitching
cold shoulders til the a/c fixed
had a taste of the bread before the lick
shady shane have your girl driving stick
this that we gon make age 26
I be crossing every T and burning bridges
sick, you a big man
sick, you a big man
sick, you just a big baby
sick, you just a big baby
sick, you a big man
sick, you a big man
sick, you just a big baby
sick, you just a big baby
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11. |
fly trap
02:18
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12. |
sista interlude
01:15
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on the way, on the way, on the way, andale
in the maze, but tonight, we let go of all the pain
I don't stay, I'm the same, but I changed
who you playin? who ya main? who ya main?
I don't feign, I don't feign
gotta pay back, but I'd rather wait, rather wait
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
would you say that? I'm under paid, under paid
on the way, on the way, on the way, andale
in the maze, but tonight, we let go of all the pain
I don't stay, I'm the same, but I changed
who you playin? who ya main? who ya main?
I don't feign, I don't feign
gotta pay back, but I'd rather wait, rather wait
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
would you say that? I'm under paid, under paid
gotta pay back, but I'd rather wait, rather wait
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
what you say man? I'm under paid, under paid
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13. |
rah rah (a new death)
03:00
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I got sauce and a compass
and hunch he only kick it for stability
these niggas only rich by proximity
I keep a camera for the kennedys
bitch this aint for memories
he saw what we developing
quit stalling every second
got arms like the revenant
if we spar, niggas better know these scars stay symmetrical
they stay on me
these guntitles by the palm readers
pop at the right time like lebron knee
and the words bestowed upon me
dawg I can't farsee
thinking that he dope til he parking where the narcs be
restart til he cant breathe
harp on every damn thing
this a case without a lead
I'ma solve it cause I'm clean
we just apartments, all for one, we all we need
bouto take what I seen in this disguise
I'm not a kid, I'm just 15 in the eyes
shooting his shot, feeling benign
If I lie who denying?
proof of concept, I been going off since my onset
regardless allah gave me bars like the long stretch
from tryna catch fame being far fetched
to playing with flame that's really harmless
I'm not from the stove
but all I see is white by my old home
so no atonement
the crony spoke, he a white locust
patrol finna carry me home with no emotions
I rewrote, he told and that's the lowest
my history clear, she think I'm from indian oceans
I know my heroes getting old
they colonized the blues, we got soul
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14. |
Bitch, you're fired!
01:46
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before he was arcadia stepping
they had gangs with elections
he not of age, they aint tell him bout the wages
not with performing, so they made him like lil jaden
barren with angst til he fan favorite
all my beats hand made
stains inspired verses
fighting lauder cases, not personal
he need a come up too
the jobs not working
so the cash cut surgical
15th to 1st, phase shift delay hurt
no food, just plates
time to get somethin shaking
boss act like a agent, homies act with no agency
tryna get this 8 out the way
10th anniversary soundin like a 10-year day
light renders, but time's slender
sent that two weeks letter two days before he quit
flat rate with a gift and the raps is not legit yet
had to stack boxes, had a verse by the sixth set
they don't take him serious tho
pacing, scanning up and down
he not delirious tho
that's the line work
time to get a myriad ho
change his mind cause crime got a pyramid pose
peer in his soul
he fear the light nearest the goal
tryanny rose, he meddle with beer and the gold
and blood diamonds for prime time shifting the post
steel toes in the ocean now they letting him go
"bitch, you fired, I'm just letting you know"
and he said "bitch, you fired, I'm just letting you know"
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man down at the tri state
guy was looking rich with low funds
so I stay bummy just for my sake
they working while I cast bait
hol up this my ninth break
and overflow the ashtray
I don't pay them girls no mind
but I'm sliding if that ho based
in the public eye, shawty bubble like the coke shake
I'm slipping and got no patience
they call it travel
cause I never dropped the ball and still got no placements
so I aint trippin if I don't make it
thus we aint trippin if they don't get it now
the get down, this shit got no ending
tired of sitting on these cold benches
my home team got no tenants
they motorola sprintin
dreamt of dipping in sports whips with gold pendants
she dreamt of dates by the marquees and more friendship
I might be the bad person
we aint cappin less we talking purchases with the purse
I need a purpose
I felt the shock through my body when seeing hearses
it's blood money stuck in the casket
I bleed the surface
don't make scene unless it's urgent
I'm lowkey like I refused the bottle service
toppled this inertia
and bodied all the sources
kawasaki was the motive
I'm vegan so I'm passing on the porsches
you preaching to the wrong choir
rinsing them red hands
we know that you a liar
keep a duece duece, the truce more like a see you soon
might not need to use it
he prolly keep a shooter
I got my sidepiece, she a boomer
just in case
my nigga, aint no cougars
that's just a snap maneuver
high tiers, but I'm not a user
in light years I'll be growing fuchsias
I'm too far for the views
masked up, tricked, then land on my arms like the troops
flipped the car with a tool
he pulled strings to get it done
I wont harp on it
they'll pull a nina like Nina, son
ride along, lighters up like the power gone
I hope you smell the gas
I hope you air it out
I hope you smell the gas
ride along, lighters up like the power gone
I hope you smell the gas
I hope you air it out
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