usef soul.
                                            making music that will last .     

waiting in line young king get paid. Running the spread duck the Feds eluding no state property tryna stack up my cheese fetta gudda on broccoli lord there ain't no stopping me im outta control takin the game over by storm turn ya radars on.

It’s The way I beat it up or how I bounce on the beat catch me on the right night You might bring out the freak. I Always keep it chill cuz  I'm cool like who woulda knew the young god could flow like that. It’s A gift and curse when you get this money it change ya lifestyle quick old circles act funny.

But my team too legit aint no fall outs here pull up in ya city blow a bands just like its nothing I'm fronting the wise guys stack it  like we own a mill get down with the team you'll never miss a meal.

The hustle don't stop so Im keep moving, squad goal numbero uno is just to get paid. You got damn right yea  I'm feeling myself redifined my mind to calculate all of this wealth

Filling up my cup till it's half past full, motivated to get mine ain't no stopping me fool. The evolution of my grind got my time locked up Patiently waiting in line for my turn to come up.

Filling up my cup till it's half past full, motivated to get mine ain't no stopping me fool. The evolution of my grind got my time locked up Patiently waiting in line for my turn to come up.

look in the mirror I look in the mirror I cleaned up my vision now I see thing different I'm on path to greatness and I can not stop. Hustle with my mind see cream nonstop laser focused on my dreams gods plans been set. The best is yet to come  so I'm taking all bets. Because  I rock and roll but it's no Bon jov the way I bounce across the track no denying my soul a young Usef  in the flesh they admire my fresh head to toe I'm a king at his best. Yup

And I’m on a money mission just stack up the green bucks what you've seen this year ain't got shit on what's coming up.

I got that grand mariner in my glass

A little bit of class orange slice no flask

Mamma got that ass pearled tight filled with Gas


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.


time


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

locked up.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Time Locked Up.

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