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I been gone, took a break, now I'm back again
Of course you lose the hunger when you full on bread
Avoiding beef with all these rappers, got me on my zen
But I never catch a stray, it got me seeing red
Fuck all of them bitches showing disrespect
Promoting albums man I think I need a cash inject
Group thought around the globe that's a mass effect
Said he wanna fight but that boy he is not a threat
T pain said my shit was good it just need a master
So I put the work in, now I'm mixing up a tracklist
Preaching on my own work, talking like a pastor
Shows at the clubs, was a dub, it went and gassed us
Proud of my squad cos we leveled up and passed us
Five year plan need a crib da Le casa
I been eating healthy, losing weight nothing drastic
The record that I dropped is a late blooming classic
Getting out of dodge, there's panic on the disco floor
I upgrade my chick, I dress her up in Dior
Tell me that you ready, getting ready is a chore
Truth is you could never get ready for the war
I'm back, I'm built, I'm different
Get my dick wet gotta get it out my system
Everybody winning, I'm the only that's living
Life of a misfit he never wanna fit in
Talk that, talk yo shit
Never ever ever ever gonna quit
Fuck around and diss the shoe that fit
Never shoot a shot that's gonna miss
Talk that, talk yo shit
Run up on em, run up on em quick
Go ahead and plead the fucking fifth
Don't pour shots if you ain't down to drink
Prescription hitting killing inhibition
With the liquor mixing deep in sweet submission
A discrete addition act in disposition
Or they'll search your person better blur your image
A word of vice dont entice division
My advice learn to like the friction
Write it like you rather fight than listen
It ain't alright to misalign the vision
I spark a light and roll over your system
I sicken by the sight of you never could fix them
Gripping a beretta like roulette
Do it better when I'm dead
Let me get out of my head
Never getting out of bed
Fuck it ima let it spread
Waking up I feel regret
Think I hate my silla- think I hate my silla-
Talk that, talk yo shit
Never ever ever ever gonna quit
Fuck around and diss the shoe that fit
Never shoot a shot that's gonna miss
Talk that, talk yo shit
Run up on em, run up on em quick
Go ahead and plead the fucking fifth
Don't pour shots if you ain't down to drink