"#AMillionandOneThoughtsofaGIANT" Verse 1: It's a million and one thoughts on my brain, a lot of speculation Like, if I reach the top, what will guarantee my reign? I've seen artists come an' go, some dumbin' down the flow Just to stretch it out longer; easy come, easy go An', I ain't goin' out like that, superstardom's Not about how big ya' vocab is; so who regards him? I mean, who would barr him? Shit, dude's just awesome; spit Spools, dudes get lost in, put in coffins quick When I dote on my skill, far from hyperbole I'm just adorin' all my progress wit' writin' scrolls You see my writin's GROWED, better yet my writin's GROWN So when I type this, Holmes, I'm in that heightened zone Print's a microphone addict, itchin' from a thought Got me cravin' like Rent Boy in "Trainspotting" Veins throbbin', needin' that amp hooked intravenously This how emcees in my genus be But nowadays, they gettin' bored dealin' wit' him Fallin' off, to never breach the ceilin' again What... Verse 2: A lot of y'all bet not rhyme no more, 'bout Fine no more No subliminals in ya' lines no more I bet not hear a peep 'bout Fine no more Not even a subtweet online no more That's 'til I'm no more, see -- Fine's so raw Nah, I ain't reached the summit, but I'm climbin' that, boy Folks are, so perplexed, "What he steady climbin' for?" I got a toxic life, so I'm climbin' for a cure Dreams to make solid, foundations that need buildin' I'm old school sick like colic, now feed the children Gotcha gettin' stye in ya' optic, in need of shieldin' I done dropped 21 projects, no need of yieldin' Since 2013, I've been a beast over drums Like Vinnie Paul for Pantera, spittin' panthers off my tongue An' that there, is how damage is often done Fallin' harder, no matter how they often come An' yeah they bigger, but they often run 'Cause my moxie an' backbone is bossin', son Print's a Dirty South nigga, still call him Sun Bodyin' the beat, see he caught him one

"Number's Up" Verse 1: Till the casket drop, I'm goin' in like drills; it's game time Practice runs, throw shots 'til the caskets come Give me 20 suicides, I don't mean that back an' forth You think you number one, I push you back to fourth I'm that better, another level, back wit' a vendetta Nigga, it's now or never; on my post like a letter Interstellar, I'm at a point too high for most to reach Cosmic paramount, tighten niggaz up then air 'em out They don't feel me, but I won't let that issue kill me I let it fill me 'til it builds me up, remain illy So silly, claim trill, but all fraud -- no Harry Niggaz diggin' graves, now it's high time to bury Bacdafucup, the gloc turn into Onyx, start singin' like Pentatonix Nauseated clip... that mean it's finna vomit This ain't gangsta talk, nigga it's just a warnin' I'd hate to stiffin' you all up like early mornin' Hook(x2): I woke up, like, like "I know I'm gon' get it" Got a plan in my head, so you know I'm all wit' it When ya number's up, that's yo end of days When the sun is up, time to get it, mayne Verse 2: Number's up, it's 'bout time for a overthrow Flood the market wit' some killers; criminal overflow School of hardknocks, I know what I'm supposed to know Like how they move big birds -- chocobo Death date, your fate's what my pen seal like Pocono Go hard like morning wood when you wakin' up Pinocchio Doper flow, top 15, aimin' for 10 Like a warhead homin' in on the Volunteer State I'm all Silverback on my grizzly Hybrid hustler, fuckaz don't wanna tempt me solidified emcee, skill's a source of envy Six-pack of whoop-ass, you don't wanna empty Whooo... I swear I'm on a roll, A's an' B's From A to B, ain't shit you can say to me Bossin' up, pay the fee; I'm warnin' you, save ya team You niggaz should quit runnin' on fumes an' save ya steam Hook(x2) Verse 3: Lead us not into temptation, deliver us from beef Testarossa retaliation, blood red spillin' in the street That's my dream, so I gotta stack my cream to make it real But I'm slackin' on my grind, how I'm 'posed to make a mil' If I'm hustlin' backwards, moonwalkin' thru the hood Life's a bitch, you talkin' like it's Meagan Goode I feel I should throw it all away an' try to pass the bar Or sell my soul to this game to gain money an' broads Always been attracted to the fast life, I try to hide it Fiend for mainstream rep, so my heart's divided Between stayin' true an' sellin' out But if you ain't sellin' shit, how can one gain clout? These are questions that I ask on a daily Got that Red Light rhetoric: Fuck you, pay me Doin' without ain't good for my health But I know if I want change, I must start wit' self Hook(x2)

"Hold Yo' Hand" Verse 1: Walk wit' me, come an' talk wit' me, baby Eyes been on you for awhile, shit is drivin' me crazy I like the way you work it, heavily diggin' ya steez Ya physique an' all that weave got me weak in the knees You're - at your best when you do it minimal Never let another tell you bein' at ya bare essentials is criminal Seein' you walk thru is critical Heart racin' hyperspeed, beatin' thru my physical Spendin' all my time still ain't enough time But find ways to keep you smilin' thru the rough times One - flawless diamond, worth more than dimes I'll walk thru Hell's gates just to make ya mine Hook(x1): Most niggaz wanna sex, others wanna buy brands But me, I just wanna hold yo' hand Take you on vacay, lay up in the sand Watchin' the sunset, hold up -- I ain't done yet Most want ya sex, others wanna buy brands But me, I just wanna hold yo' hand An' put a ring on it, yeah, you deserve the rock An' my last name to match, hope you proud to rock Verse 2: Put the - make-up down, get out the mirror Notice - beautiful skin, start seein' clearer You're a ebony queen, givin' men heavenly dreams Send chills up an' down, got us kneelin' to the ground I know - sometimes you get insecure Yo whole outlook seems like it's in manure Searchin' for a king 'cause the prince ain't pure But the pauper all along had the cure Whether natural or permed out, ya star'll never burn out I'm here to uplift; insecurities they squirm out Just - gimme time, you'll see how it turns out Different walks of life which we have to learn 'bout Thinkin' you got the perks of - bein' ugly But what you have is the gift of beauty, trust me Hook(x1) Verse 3: Keep on passin' me by, feel like notice me senpai Little jokey joke to make you smile, see the gleam in ya eye Vow to keep it real, steadfast, semper fi You fuckin' wit' the truest, them other niggaz lie See, make you feel better's what I hope to do Take these words to heart, let 'em soak in you These other chicks - wish they had yo' pulchritude But you, one of a kind, they in the multitude Beauty all thru, shinin' out ya spectrum Undistorted by the prism, you're an artistic ism Don't let ya mind be a prison, open ya heart Men will love you for your elegance an' all that's relevant No fallacies heretofore remain in control Just - give up the demons an' free your soul Hook(x4)

"No Option" Hook(x2): I am not afraid, fears are forgotten Gotta get this paper, baby, rap's my only option, girl Once I get paid, fix all our problems Grind like I never did, there's no other option, yeah Verse 1: Line up my haters to shit on It's Fineprint, I'm just tryna get on Fuck all them bitches y'all hit on I got me the baddest, my chick's cold She's badder than average, my chick's gold Gonna get a diamond once I get on Gonna keep her shinin' wit' a sick glow 'Cause the guy you hear rhymin' got a sick flow Yo, so clap for a nigga wit' his rappin' ass Or you can toast for a nigga, even boast for a nigga No matter what you do, just make sure it's done wit' love An' send prayers to The Man above It's been 12 years, lotta tears an' grief 12 years, ears to beats Puttin' Pentel to Mead, that's pencil to sheet Only used pens to strike-out an' delete Got too much talent for a mediocre life; too much skill, never mediocre write Niggaz think Fine all mediocre; 'til he come an' they meet the ogre, right? 15 minutes of fame, I need to soak up the light, tell my momma Benjamin will soak up her tears Soak up the pain an' stress; keep ya' lips sealed on what you can't address Hook(x2) Verse 2: King-sized, but I ain't for sleepin' Sleep on me? Inconvenient greetin' A wake-up call, to wake up y'all It's my time to shine, you better wake up, dawg (Better wake up) No more setbacks, can't take a loss So any opposition out, gotta take 'em off I take off/Takeoff, no Offset or Quavo Flyin' high, off set, not AWOL See my girl told me she tired (I feel you, baby!), livin' paycheck to paycheck An' I overstand that, so understand that, I'll do anything for these rubberband stacks Prayin' for a deal, where that hunnid grand at? Or that hunnid mil' at? Can you dummies feel that? I been livin' in squalor, need a fistful of dollars, not a dismal tomorrow Fuck punchlines, I speak the real; time's of the essence, need to build Stack it all up, shit's bleak fa'real; roll up on 'em like lunch time, eat they meal I'm down on my luck an' I need to chill, uhn, get that weight off my shoulders On my last buck, if I receive this deal? Muhfucka, game over Hook(x2)

"A Starry-Eyed Affair (Remix of "Starry Eyed" by Ellie Goulding)" Verse 1: Play me some pimpin', make 'em have a orgasm Wet dreams that's lucid, burst like a spasm She got a ass that I can't fathom The way she drop it then start poppin', got a nigga gaspin' Shawty, you got me ready to getcha out them tight jeans 'Cause when you threw that ass back (It's like you hit me with lightning) Hook(x1): Oh, everybody's starry eyed And everybody goes Oh, everybody's starry eyed And my body goes Whoa oh oh ah ah Whoa oh oh ah ah Whoa oh oh Verse 2: Chemistry so heavenly, sparks are flyin', heavily It's meant to be, can't let it be; guess this is how Heaven be Euphoria, sing Gloria in excelsis Deo Day-o, me say day-o; up, up an' away we go Flyin' high, eye to eye; contact is frightening 'Cause once we locked lips (It's like you hit me with lightning) Hook(x1) Break: Next thing, we're touching (Just lose yourself) Next thing, we're touching (Let it go) Next thing, we're touching (Give into it) Next thing, we're touching (Now here we go) Verse 3: Relax, relate, release, baby just like Whitley Be free, it's yo' thang, do what you wanna do Get it lit like carousels, let it go, excite me Ain't gotta say much, you know how to entice me Gon' hit me (With lightning) Hook(x1)

"Can U Come My Way" Hook(x1) [Fetty Wap]: Baby, won't you come my way? Got something I want to say Cannot keep you out my brain But first off I'mma start by sayin' this, ayy All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ayy And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ayy Ba-Baby, won't you come my way? Baby, won't you come my way? Verse [Fineprint]: Yeah... just wanna see you draped in ya nakedness Maybe keep them heels on ya feet while I sex ya, miss Do my duty in the kitty; girl, I'm straight finessin' it Pope Fineprint, sanctus, sanctus -- baby blessin' it Whooo... yeah, I swear I'm all in my zone E'rytime we talk on the phone, just wanna get you all alone On some Robin Thicke shit, got my dick all throbbin' just to get in it quick Hit the clit wit' major force, you like it rough, we got the kismet Uh, yeah... we gon' break the board like a monster dunk Energized, feelin' like I'm Monster drunk Get me in my feelings, I'ma make love to it We gon' do it 'til you sweat out every ounce of protein fluid Uh... I gotta be a bit of a nerd But you know I'm still a roughneck, you ain't fuckin' wit' no herb Baby I'm saucin', like my swag got secret herbs An' I ain't talkin' no fashion, just these bars that ya heard Aye, say baby won't you come my waaaay Ain't no games that I'm tryin' to plaaaay You on my team, baby home or awaaaay There's nothin' more I've got to saaaay Finito... Hook(x1)

"Better Off wit' the Dick" Hook(x1): Girl, if you wantin' love - better stay away Say you wantin' dough - bitch, don't play But if you wanna fuck - I'll be on my way See, you pro'lly better off wit' the dick If you wantin' love - better stay away Say you wantin' dough - bitch, don't play But if you wanna fuck - I'll be on my way Girl, you pro'lly better off wit' the dick Verse 1: Got dammit, I'm at it again Dealin' wit' these hoes that want half of my ends Bitch you know that I'm strapped for them ends You ain't carin'; my last 2 bucks you will spend If you - knew better, you'd do better But ya only out for the score, so what you do is never Fakin' like you in love, what you really in is lust An' I ain't even trippin' 'cause I just wanna fuck I - asked yo' ass to keep it real Like I do the rest of them broads, but you neglectin' that part Talkin' real shit boo, let it rest on your heart Money ain't everything, don't let it tear us apart Back an' forth wit' the drama, always stressin' the past 'Cause for the future, got many questions to ask But stay true, an' when I get it, I'll be blessin' that ass 'Cause baby, you atten' (a ten) like you present for class Hook(x1) Verse 2: I keep my heart guarded, locked an' in a vault I tend to be the target of infidelity assaults Guess it's my fault that I'm gullible, fallin' for every trick of the trade Trustin' in a big butt an' smile An' every chick that wave, paradin' her way into my inbox Claimin' she can make it better An' be different than the last chick But all she does is dumb shit an' come up average It's a well-known fact, ain't got my shit together But check it, bitch -- look, at least I'm tryin' I ain't like these other niggaz, facetious an' perpetratin' But for some reason, y'all feel sucka-niggaz is worth datin' You call me a bum, like I ain't aware Scope - my pockets close, nada damn thing there But I do have a dick, that ooze out sumpin' thick Keep a Trojan on that shit so you won't ooze out a kid Hook(x1)

"Smoke One For Me" Intro: (Nigga I'm back on that shit) You gotta show love to the kid Who gon' tell me I can't shine in this bitch? (So you better not trip) Or I'ma be splittin' ya wig I'll take you on, man, small or big (Suck a nigga fuckin' dick) Ik you like to hate on the kid Legend in the making up in this bitch (Don't fuck wit' my clique) Or I'll have to bring you hell It's Fineprint reppin' #TGL Awww shit... Verse 1: On the microphone I'm always in my zone Turn on a beat an' my mind just roams Been 26 years, damn time has flown I'll be proud once I get it on my own They call me grown, but I ain't walkin' in no bigger shoes They love watchin' a nigga lose Small city, so I gotta make some bigger moves To be the boss in this ho cashin' in on bigger dues Many may try, but they'll never understand this 'Cause livin' the lifestyle of the rich and infamous is what my plan is The music biz stressful, an' I ain't even got my feet wet But I possess a lil science of a vet Learnin' from the greats how to operate 'Bound to make a mark, even if it's years late If you can relate, then yo-- gon' light one up Nigga burn a nice one up, 'cause... Hook(x1): You should be rollin', turnin' up the volume while you're rollin' Smokin' one for me 'cause a nigga ain't tokin' Whether lux sedan or '64 wit' the 3-wheel motion You should be smokin' An' rollin', turnin' up the volume while you're rollin' Smokin' one for me 'cause a nigga ain't tokin' Whether lux sedan or '64 wit' the 3-wheel motion You should be smokin' Verse 2: I wake up wit' money on my mind Schemin' for a fast way to get it; you know one, then I'm wit' it I'm 'bout it 'cause I'm sick of bein' broke Ski mask way mindstate, man, this is no joke Told Momz how I think about robbin' niggaz Nigga... that shit broke her muhfuckin' heart I was 19 then, I just wanted to shine That 9 to 5 work grind wasn't made for my design Fam be callin' me lazy, they never understood I have my own process of how I wanna get it Navigatin', tryin' not to get lost like Amelia Or niggaz that's gone on sinsemilla Natural high, special grade; you burnin' Reggie Miller In ya Vega's an' Swishers; nigga blaze killer Any nigga say I ain't iller, knife one up Then go light one up, 'cause Hook(x1)

"Monorail: 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

"Excedrin State (It's In My Head) feat. Pineapple Caesar" Hook(x2): It's in my head... it's in my head It's in my head, it's happenin', it's in my head It's in my head, it's goin' down, it's in my head It's in my head (Write some bars, nigga!) Verse 1: Hey Vern, I got a million bucks on my brain Excedrin for the pain, situations never change Just like me... knowhatImean? Look in my heart an' see the blood flows from a Juniper tree I'm unwaverin', spirit tested But foldin' ain't my strongsuit, an' all mine are double-breasted Fitted wit' custom cufflinks Thoughts of a optimistic P.O.W., it's fuck what y'all think Pussy niggaz on cycles, I exercise my right as a king Throne is a E20 elliptical Axial-Flow, you a radial centrifugal Triple times the action, we see who's more lyrical Hook(x2) Verse 2 [Pineapple C.]: Hold on for dear life, y'all are just deer in headlights Smashed in the grill of my Dragula, tonight I'm havin' venison Alarmin' denizens of Venice as I'm wavin' a Mossberg, hair-trigger menace Pullin' Trixie by her hair, sippin' Guinness Out of my element Couple needles in my arm, livin' like that Dos Equis gent Let me vent, I ain't had pineapple in awhile But I'm itchin' like I had some foul vertical smile Me, Bobby an' Ricky chillin' wit' Fineprint On a mission to stack chips, smokin' on ChiKi Lit like TIKI wicks, mix the gin wit' Tahitian Treat Boulevard bullies snatchin' chains on yo street Hook(x2)

"Catalyst Hammer" Shake the rust off, this too deep for who's laughin' You gassed, I can see yo' +yellow streak+ like Jules Jannsen .22, but not his birth, February cold, too handsome Shells from the back, like Blastoise -- two cannons Dreams of Giuseppe Hi-Tops an' jewels dancin' My name get +Cheers+ like Bebe Neu - an' Danson See me do - my anthem, think he's through wit' rappin'? Chibi dudes, I smash them, keep my cool an' fashion Will rule this planet, fuck where you standin' The +Chief+ come in just like - Buck Buchanan On defense, thou can't pass, after my quarter back/quarterback In disarray in the scrimmage, bringin' order back I - came to slaughter that, which is impure Bring the water back, the king is dyin', he needs a cure I'm - sure that when - this shit drop, it'll be lit Like - nitrogen trichlo', set off inside a cyclo' Ill 'til the end of my life cycle, two fingers out -- Pierre Dulong Beware when dude's on I go off, I'm too strong; ammonia highly concentrated On ya', highly underrated; flow is fly enough to make it Knowin' I'm the fuckin' greatest, shown wit' 90 rhymes I'm makin' Road's - highly tough I'm takin', but I'ma fuckin' take it See I'm above the hatred, I love the rush of breakin' Goin' against the grain, flowin' wit' grit an' pain +7 years+ like a Windowpane, +floundered+ in this game Pouted an' switched my name, doubted that shit can change Rerouted my wits an' rage, see every scripted page Has been a buildin' block, leads right up to this age My heart's a wicked cage, in which a blacksmith Wit' a heated hammer chips away - at ice that it contains A lot of love remains, fuelin' my drive More torque than a Porsche Spyder, the Mutsu of my eye Be's Hip-Hop, I go in like Marshawn Beast Mode 'til the end of my road, SAVAAR's gone...

"#YouOutYaFuckinMind" Hook(x1): This my domain, man I do as I please You out ya fuckin' mind if you steppin' to me 'Cause if you step to me, then that's beef wit' my team An' we don't want the beef, we just came for the cheese If this ain't the realest shit you niggaz done heard You out ya fuckin' mind, believin' lies absurd You should all simmer down, just break up ya herb Roll it up, light it up an' sing-a-long to my words Verse 1: I'm back on my shit, gold bars -- insane alchemy It's always cold hearts that bring flame out of me I persevere in order to claim clout, undoubtedly So I can spit in the face of peabrains who doubted me I spout it to taunt lames that ain't bout it, B You spit sicker than me? I doubt it, G When it comes to real talk, they ain't countin' me Fuck it, I'm out to get brain like the Lorraine balcony Now we see you're counterfeit; retaliate? I counter quick Haymaker without a fist, all out without a risk Keep it brisk an' let it bang like a orgy in a mosh pit Stop, bitch, cut out that twat shit Insatiable like Golan, greedy an' want more Just picture me rollin in Royces or on tour I'm colder than Poland, know who you fuckin' wit' Think my head swollen? Bitch that's my fuckin' dick Hook(x1) Verse 2: I get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Smell it like leak, drugged-up mystique out my pores Y'all pussy, I hear you roar; paper Goliaths Look menacin' but wouldn't pop a cherry in landica Flow got more kick than Hidden Dragon, buckwild .357 click like stilettos on marble tile I harm the child thinkin' he can fuck wit' my flow Who put it in yo head suicide's the way to go? Think y'all emceein', bullshit y'all believin' Still got milk on ya breath, ya ears is wet Placenta all on ya back; how else should I put it? You fall off the turnip truck chasin' the bandwagon? I hear ya mans braggin', all that yack is fuel in my balloon Hot air-powered; caught in crosshairs, now ya stares go downward Afraid to look, snake eyes to the loser Vaffanculo to ya ruler, that fool is a tool, bruh I'm worth the wait/weight, holdin' my own Backstrokin' in Lake Tahoe wit' two velour tracksuits on My bars'll break ya digital scale or triple beam I bring you literal Hell thru lyrical means Rip a nigga apart under +The Burning Moon+ For lost souls that provoke, I'm yearnin' to consume An' you don't know nann who'll deny my shit's hard I'm out 'til I return wit' a bad bitch like Ishtar