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"Why you drop 'Before the Album?’" I was still workin' on my album (I was still workin' on my album) Shit, why you drop ’Before the Album'? Shit, I'm just tryna see y'all smilin' (Shit, I'm just tryna see y'all smilin') Yeah, tryna perfect it ’cause they criticize And they ain’t you, so they can't judge me, why they judge me God? Be in my head, I be knowin’ They gon' judge, so just keep goin' Still think 'bout bein’ home Reminiscin' while I'm touring I do what work and if it work I go again until I fail, yeah Rappin' for the bitches where I got my clientele at When I rapped that street shit, it was like I couldn't sell nothin' Don't act y'all niggas just be buyin' that shit, hell nah I'm on firе, I'm somethin' like Hellboy Fivе-star bag, this shit way better than in jail He tellin', they don't care, they still be with you if you tell somethin' Glad I changed my lifestyle 'cause I'll probably be in 'til — I got the ball and I can't let up, it's on me Know this smoke shit for whoever I'm handin' out, who want it? I know my bitch been gettin' sick of me, I'm not pneumonia I pray to God this shit don't get thick on me, it's almost summer Summertime, niggas slidin', you can't hide out (You can't hide out) Yeah, why they dissin'? They don't slide, they don't even drive by (Drive by) Put a couple million on his head, you won't even find out (Find out) Tell my niggas chill, so they can think it died down, died down (Died down) I got the ball and I can't let up, it's on me Letras de cancionesKnow this smoke shit for whoever I'm handin' out, who want it? I know my bitch been gettin' sick of me, I'm not pneumonia I pray to God this shit don't get thick on me, it's almost summer Summertime, niggas slidin', you can't hide out (You can't hide out) Yeah, why they dissin'? They don't slide, they don't even drive by (Drive by) Put a couple million on his head, you won't even find out (Find out) Tell my niggas chill, so they can think it died down, died down (Died down) From Letras Mania