The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,
That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them
I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
If my album don't sell guess i'll scream and shout
Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you
And one day i gonna have album debut,
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album
Keep that picture in your album man, it will last longer
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen
When my words already kill your album.
Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,
I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
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