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I need these beats to get my rhymes out my head,
I do this work to get my lines out the red,
I do the work, man I ain't lyin,
I wish a Negus could be lying in his bed,
But I been waiting on this like a line at a keg,
And this party's been on my calendar,
Gotta catcher like Salinger,
JD, what you done for me lately,
I think I'm way past crazy,
Bout three steps from gone,
Katie, I thought she was your lady,
Guess y'all not really gravy,
Cause I'm taking her home,
And she do everything, I didn't have to ask,
And she took everything, and didn't have a mask
I guess I left her with one,
She know to leave when I cum,
I need these beats to get my rhymes out my head,
I do this work to get my lines out the red,
I do the work, man I ain't lyin,
Heaux on heaux on heaux on heaux on heaux,
I get chose and keep these heaux on toes,
No mo red spaghetti o's on clothes,
Get the spinach heaux get on your boat,
I'm putting in 10,000 hours,
10,000 hours,
Doing the same thing everyday like the post office,
I need these beats to get my rhymes out my head,
I do this work to get my lines out the red,
I do the work, man I ain't lyin,
Maybe if I wasn't so got damn crazy,
I'd be chilling how I'm making a living,
Maybe if the radio would got damn play me,
I'd be chillin,
Instead, I'm doing the same thing everyday,
And it's driving me crazy like the post office.
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42.,
released August 7, 2016
Written by Erick Richardson.
Produced by Swizz Beatz and Timbaland.
Album art by USPS.
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