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They noticing her in passing

The beautiful assassin

Who’s she is what they’ve been asking

And what is it she’s masking

The way she’s been acting

They know there’s something with her

This music thing is a passion

But they don’t seem to get her

Been in it for a long time

Before the recognition

Everybody being Bobby

Don’t want no more New Addition

No vision

Cause trauma to your ocular

Please yall

Stop making stupid people popular

They want the real

But they worship the manufactured

Their food is all GMO

And their artist is full of plastic

I’m killing it in this rap shit

I know and weknow…

Aye you know what? Matter of fact, Ima just leave it right there yo.

I’ll see the rest when I see you, I’ll spit that when I see you aight.

I’ll link with you in the studio later, one!" - Dynasty

Introduction:

We interrupt this broadcast, brought to you by the seven. If yall listening to

this on the hardcopies, you’re about to finish the first disc. Meaning you’re

half way through the project. And if you’re streaming it, then you’re half way

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And I ain’t gonna ever gon' apologize

And I ain’t gonna ever gon' apologize

And we ain’t gonna ever gon' apologize

And we ain’t gonna ever gon' apologize

I came up in the mothafucka holding my dick

My angel’s singing from the mountain top

Of gravy and grits

The Amistad was my departure of purpose

I’m flipping the bird on em

Sipping from a corner of curbs

My nigga swerve on em

Poppa was a gangsta

From them Old School days

I got a dollar and a dream

A couple 40z for your pains dawg

My Black people

We unify for the sequel

Kill em softly

Your purchase of purpose

Is not of worth to me

I’m staring out of the same window

That Nas was looking out of

I’m cruising out of the block

Waiting for Pac up in my rear fear

My grandma just had a stroke

And I’m hoping

That the universe will bless her

With enough life

To see me on that television

My family coming a long way from nothing

But you doubt him

You foolish

I’m probably your favorite rapper’s rapper

When it’s all said and done respect the purpose

Cause now-a-days

Yall singing to these underage women

Like Jared Fogle

What the fuck

One time for the people on the block

Steady rocking

My single mothers

My single fathers in the projects

And two times for the people in the scene

Keep your hands up in the sky

If it’s deeper than the cream (2x)

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