"Animal (What N*ggaz Done Made Me)" Verse 1: They'll stab you in the back then treat the wound, like bruh who did that? Never trust 'em, they can miss me wit' the chit chat But what's a light scratch, I can take that Ya Tae Bo kicks are all of a sudden backflips Sendin' you over the edge, you doin' too much Haters behind me, be still-- you movin' too much Ain't got the guts, I give it my blood, sweat an' entrails Takin' the good wit' all the bad this game entails This rap game got my shoulder holdin' mo' chips than Intel Can't see the future, hopin' it ends well Walk a harsh road, blazin' a trail barefoot Can't GPS my locale; just echo-locate my vocales Slow down wit' ya naysay mission Nigga, I'm a G.I.A.N.T., but lil' stones can't knock me out position No cojones, you estrogen like MaryAnn An' I ain't fuckin' wit' you niggaz like a Aryan Get it right... Verse 2: Stress haunts me all the time, I lay awake at night Battlin' alotta demons, feelin' hope ain't in sight I write to get this shit off my chest tho' Swallowed my pride, that's all indigestion/in digestion, no Pepto They don't want beef, only kale an' croutons These - lyrical beatdowns are half-price If you niggaz held a coupon A nigga already bought one, time to sell a new farm When you speak on my attitude, I pardon you Like Curren$y said once the hustle becomes a part of you, it hardens you Music done made a nigga soul obsidian A downward spiral bringin' about my soul's oblivion It doesn't get much deeper than that An' some don't understand, it goes much deeper than rap There's ulteriors to this shit like shady dealings Them black clouds mean God is shittin' on ya-- nigga, fuck ya feelings

"Cut Supreme Theme Muzik [Solo Version]" Dreams of luxury an' high fashion, Givenchy all on me Rottweiler printed tees-- bitch please I can't even stunt, sit here an' lie like I don't wanna stunt Roll thru yo strip wit' "Laidback" wangin' out the trunk Bump my mixtape baby Show a nigga that you got love for 'im $80 boxers on, show a nigga you got sumpin' for 'im Keep it brief, do that shit in porno star form Sex tape, hold it now, feel my Mike D when I hit it R.I.P. to MCA Baby you gon' hold more than a shower rod My third leg, kick stand, photogenic like a tripod Uhn... gotta keep my groupies in check Like Celie shavin' Mister, the way they at a nigga neck They say I'm chill like a pimp ass Eskimo Pull a chick into my world like "The Vision of Escaflow" I mean Escaflowne; fire in my music Apollo Helios, a titan/god But this ain't self-righteous or sacrilegious It's just a higher caliber when you're rappin' wit' us Now roll a nice one, pretty like a Persian rug Ma pat ya pussy, write my name on ya breasts I'm too lewd for these Conscious niggaz The shit I think about ain't even on they brain I mean, I wanna fuck a few female friends I swear; one day, me an' Janae gon' get it in Uhn... I wanna beat it in the worst way Fly high to W-I just to get it on her birthday (Whoooo!) Beastin' in Kenosha like it's Genosha Pastor Troy wit' it, way I keep my composure Niggaz bia bias, think they titanium like Sia VR Trooper: See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya My niggaz'll have 'em on lean like chronic back pain Fuck the beef, I'm tryna abstain... Heh... an' that's that... fuck wit' it... Let's bring it in... Hook(x2): Ma, is you fuckin' wit' a nigga or nah? Cut Supreme, candy-painted, rollin' like stuffed cigars Bitch get in, this ain't no pick-up line Okay I'm lyin', this my theme; a nigga can't dream?

"S*ck a N*gga Mutha F*ckin' D*ck" Yeah... the legend is back. Fuck wit' me. Put my name on ya titties, bitch. Uhn... 10% dis, 90% swag Oops upside yo head, got bars in a Louie bag Low key like Secret Service, observin' Watchin' niggaz moves, snakes slither in Versace shoes I swear, you grow up in the hood, people wanna keep you trapped in it There's no love for us rap niggaz Tryin' to amass figgaz, it's a shame You say you wanna be a entertainer, heads hang wit' disdain Teeth grittin', askin' questions like "Why you didn't be a lawyer?" Suck a nigga muthafuckin' dick I been pass the bar Liquidatin' 16's, cream of the crop in a diamond jar 5 mixtapes in, presence ain't felt yet So-called friends won't show love or respect Like, you'd think they'd admire the growth Instead they deny the real like I'm lyin' under oath I've been frustrated... real frustrated Swallowed by the thought that I'll never fuckin' make it Everybody on they shit, like, "Fuck Fineprint." So I'm on my shit, like, "Fuck what y'all get." I'm just focused on my self, my health, my wealth My pockets gotta be loaded like Santa's sleigh I swear, I got the gift like I just came down the chimney The emcee these Hip-Hop heads pretend to be It ain't easy, that's why I work hard Ya know, double, double toil an' trouble Turmoil an' struggle, I muscle out the rubble Hustle out my tunes, fuck who out to muffle My bombast, pussyclaat, I'm rude like a rep for Comcast Nigga I'll knife yo punk ass Cross my path, fucka better run fast I'll tell my nigga Ghost get the iron, dump fast TGL, that's the team, the mob, the mafia Changin' of the guard, nobody stoppin' us The cost of livin' is high, I'm just biddin' on it My city, raise it up like T3 when I'm spittin' on it Still sleepin', grind ya grill 'til a molar snap Claimin' cold, I'm just meltin' all ya polar caps I ain't ballin', so I talk about my skill You no like? Suck a nigga muthafuckin' dick an' chill

"Airplane Mode" Hook(x2): If you lookin' for me, I won't be around Nope, nope, nowhere to be found Somewhere writin' rhymes, lettin' my ears drown To the sounds of the horns, late night or early morn Wake up out my slumber wipin' crust out my eyes Check my phone then grab my earphones So I can play myself somethin' to get inspired It's late night but still I rise To go to work on these tracks, got a catalog to fill But I first need nutrition, so I make myself a meal Lift weights then play some Metal Saga That's my main routine when I brainstorm I love it, them other niggaz got battered phony hearts I'm like Banksy meets DaVinci, they just macaroni art No day shift, night shift or weekend I work the always shift, secret agent-- no peekin' Curtains closed, I've become an enigma I can't let you in on the work goin' down But you know what's up, it's always fire when I put it down Those who don't admire just wanna put it out Every mixtape's my proving grounds Got nothin' to lose by gainin' a bigger crowd Music over women, stickin' to the same code They be callin', but I'm in Airplane Mode Hook(x2) Uhn... Fineprint... you can't find me, baby! I'm in Airplane Mode.

"Trixie Pt. 1 (Evening)" Wishin' we could be, but I'm bound to another When I met you, I was down an' in search of love In all the wrong places 'cause I couldn't get it from The one who keeps my heart pierced to her tongue Remember when we first met? Asked was I lookin' for a good time Approached me wit' those pouty lips An' twins lookin' full, I had the dragon in my veins Tho you should've been enough brown sugar to keep me sane Always on the corner, niggaz hootin' an' hollerin' I'm stressed, wantin' to expel a few hollows an' It's not that crucial, we're not exclusive But without you, my dick itches from withdrawal Worse than when I did lines at Bobby's bachelor party Couldn't sleep straight for a week Excessively masturbate to wean myself off Stand on the edge of the balcony, lean myself off Look, Idc if you're his bottom bitch I want you bad, Trixie; yo, stop wit' the shit Baby, you gon' have me outside of ya crib I'll put a hole in any nigga gettin' close to them lips .16 gauge, bustin' out whole globs I pull it on PG, you ain't the only one givin' blow jobs I don't play that shit, bitch you mine Just the thought of how you ride sends chills down my spine Remember when I took you out for Chateau Margaux Had you wonderin' where I got that kind of money Well, me an' Bobby's brother Ricky robbed a bank Needed dough for the Pineapple an' Moon Rock, skank You be doin' it too, that's how we connected It's funny, I get high when I recollect it Once I come down tho, I remember Lucinda An' how all the shit I do is burnin' us to cinder I'm never gon' tell it tho. No matter how much it hurts, this'll just be between us, baby. My niggaz always like "Tommy, let that bitch go." And I'm just like, "Nah, man. I can't do that. I love her." They like, "You love her? Nigga is you crazy?" Ha... I guess I am.

"Still #TGL (Laidback Pt. 2)" Verse 1: Ain't shit changed but the season an' digits of the week It's Fineprint, I'm jottin' hotter lyrics every week I don't fuck wit' many rappers 'cause them niggaz lyrics weak They get jealous, comin' wit' they mean-spirited critiques This period is bleak, so I ain't feelin' hopeful Future's opaque, crystal ball's all opal Could write a ton of dope flows, still wouldn't feel adequate 'Cause niggaz stay on a mission to see how mad I get Rather I stay average, don't wanna see me come up On that foul shit, always bringin' sumpin' dumb up Eager to discourage me, I hold my own weight Bars don't struggle, nigga-- get it straight My hustle don't stop, I'm top shelf, no bookends I know death is certain, so I wonder how my book ends Will God dwell on my sins or my good deeds Fuck it-- my nigga-- roll some good weed Hook(x1): It's still #TGL for life, what? Niggaz better get it right Bitches better get it right (This ain't what you want...) And this still... one of those laidback junts So pour sumpin' up, roll up a blunt (Who want what...?) Verse 2: I drop jewels for life, niggaz not on my level I drop jewels of light reflectin' on the Devil Satan still surrounds me, I stay busy often A idle mind's a playground, a workin' one's a coffin This shit here? Tighter than the last one Play it in a session as you an' ya people's pass one Best thing since breath, do it 'til my last one Keep my eyes on the snake niggaz pullin' fast ones Wanna live better than what I'm accustomed to See, this is why I no longer fuck wit' you Stakes is high, dangle the world from my cock Moon an' Sun are my testes, movement don't stop A dollar an' a dream, payin' fare to make it real Gotta get the cream, not playin' fair for the scrill It's God's will; when you see it, you'll believe it Nigga watch-- I'm keepin' shit strategic Hook(x1)

"Monorail (Or The People Vs Lyle Lanley)" Only one way around this shit; ain't no jumpin' tracks So circumnavigate 'til you learn where the money at We gotta make it out this hellhole to foil them That got us in this swelterin' cesspool they tryna boil us in Here I go again whether I win or lose I against I, flesh of my flesh that shows many a bruise Two of a kind, but like Mos said, one won't survive It's how the food chain works; wanna stay alive? You were washed in the blood like Elisabeth Bathory Not the blood of the lamb, but its the blood of the slain Years can pass, sins of the father still remain All that loud talk you do won't ever save a thang You wanna change the world, it can't happen wit' a stanza You gotta get up, get out an' do somethin', my nigga You can follow suit like George Constanza But you'll still make noise, squeaky mouse Ain't no mufflin' of the rumblin' in the tummy, man Look, they'd rather see us all comfy an' cozy In a cell losin' our minds, they love when we oppose our own kind People kill people, bullets are benign Y'all on some ignorant fuckshit Circulatin' rumors while peace bein' abducted Am I wrong when I say the world's goin' to Hell? I mean, just glance at ourselves By the way-- Justin Beiber ain't got no soul Aaron Neville is Rock 'N Roll You may dig him on the microphone But he ain't come up wit' that style on his own Y'all be more tuned in to who Selena Gomez is wit' Than focused on the company of your own kids I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer But who gives a fuck if Jay an' Beyonce stay together? Everything's scripted an' y'all know it But you still eat it up, like the screen don't show it Leadin' each other over the cliff Listenin' to these Lyle Lanley-ass niggaz run off at the lip Robbin' us, then ready to run off to Tahiti But we gon' catch that ass on GP Bang like CPT, full effect wit' the heat Run up on 'em like North Haverbrook for his scheme

"#IKillShit Pt. 2 [0 To 100 Remix]" Fineprint stay on some trill shit Keep it real hot, sparks jumpin' off my grill, shit Fuck niggaz be on that rap wit'out a mil' shit An' I don't feel that shit, they need to kill that shit Look nigga, this rap shit ain't just a meal ticket Can I live tho? Or can you live wit' it? I'm here now, you gotta deal wit' it Go against the grain 'til it turn to whole wheat, an' have a field wit' it Oh my bad, I mean have a field day They be on my +Cloud+ all the time 'cause they don't get no +Real Play+ I still say, I'm the hottest, nigga ix-nay On who you fuckin' think the best, let them wolf tix lay Where they may, just like the chips fallin' Success got my number, man I swear she keep callin' I keep fallin', y'all niggaz just keep stallin' You keep talkin', glass house, see all in I'm just a Southern nigga, yearnin' nigga, keep it burnin', nigga Olympic Torch feelin', world keeps turnin', nigga You gotta discern the truth to get ya earnings, nigga Now back up an' check ya space like kernin', nigga I'm on a roll, tryna stack faces like a totem pole Holy moly, hail mary; baby, look what's on my scroll Sold my soul, 15 minutes, shit was bogus tho Now kick rocks, open-toed; force my hand, I overload They say my fuckin' ego fuckin' overblown But I've been at this shit for years, mostly on my own In 2010, was rockin' wit' Chris an' Trell Went sour, said I'ma get it by myself Fast forward, now I run wit' TGL My niggaz Ghost an' GORV, we gon' bring these niggaz hell Lookin' towards the future where I can say I did it well Can only go diamond, fuck gettin' shelved Heh... I'm goin' in like Splinter Cell Y'all overt, man I swear I keep it covert 10 years should look better for a introvert Fast cars an' bad bitches, gettin' in a skirt I wanna whip a Maserati, make that shit just skerrrr! I wanna shit on old allies, make them niggaz hurt I wanna go so fuckin' hard to where they have to work Way harder, way smarter, or be on the run like Bey Carter The Wayfarer, travel dirt Niggaz bitin' dust ain't half my worth I swear I never fuck around, but competition nymphos Feelin' I'm the illest out of all my fuckin' kinfolk Goin' the distance, Hercules wit' the bars Listen to the words, certainly goin' far Think you murkin' me? Not at all Who else you know comin' back like a Saiyan everytime his fuckin' back's against the wall? No more dealin' wit' these fuck niggaz I love the game but would never say fuck figures Gotta make a profit, praise ain't enough, nigga Do it on my own to show you I don't give a fuck, nigga Hook(x4): 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick; trill shit when I kill shit 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga