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I sounded exactly like Jason Mraz 
and it was then that I set down my sweater so as to appear natural and unoffended 
as our conversation shifted

emphatically convinced that I can make it
Even though I sold my studio when she threatened she was gonna break it
Few years later my burnt out lightbulb

rapping in my Walkman
Jason Mraz singing rhythms in the words yeah
Avril Lavigne's "I want to be your girlfriend"
Putting memories in my childhood moments

meds?)
& all I need's Faden
I'm prepared to go lay in my bed
(I'll take that as a no)

I am not Jason Mraz
Wasn't out chasing no ass
Rude, he don't play

ain't got a beer
See I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefits
Coldest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking disc
Henny bottle-eater, 3

everything it's us
They be like damn he ready
Man he petty
Hand u something put you on your feet
Ain't talking manni pedi
Sold out half my merch in like a week

to talking shit the first night I sold out The Forum
But they hated Jesus, homie
I ain't comparing, I'm just reasoning, homie
I'm just tryna set an example

Okay, AY!
I sold my soul, don't regret it
I stabbed your man, don't regret it, oops
She sucked my dick, it's her fetish
I read your mind like it's

name Jason Clothes
Never sold out, but I sold out shows (uh)

(bbno$)
Skrrt (woah-woah-woah)
(This right here, is a one hundred percent certified

I don't rock with niggas, I don't need me a click
But I keep 30 on me, Like I just sold a brick
And my bitches call me Usher
Cuz I’m all in the mix

my tickets sold/they feeling my pain, jason’s lyrics wrote/but I’m more allen payne, when he was tristan doe/in blue hill, still move rugers that

of
Sounds like this

Or you know
That sort of thing

I started
Sort of tapping

It annoyed the crap
Out of
My fourth-grade teacher
Ms. Frechette

She was

always love me a bitch from Decatur
Big pistol protecting my life like a saver
Heard my bitch sold her soul & I can’t even save her
A bitch a reason my

XZcRKHcN

We stay connected
Bronx to crizona well protected
Our names ring bells, throughout this country were respected
By the highest authorities,

yeah

What you want
What you need
Hit me up
I got chu man
Toxic off the charts
Like radiation from Japan
Damn
I remember when I sold it by the ounce full

barely scorin'
Shorty let me beat the box, she gone by the mornin
How you claimin' that's your bitch, but she steady hoein'

Why these niggas on my dick

a bunch
Of fools into heaven"

Sold my people the bricks
Sold my people the sticks
Sold my people, they're not my people
They got caught up in the mix
I

bad, sold your whole life for the payment
You're so blinded by the fake, better wake up
Think I'm dyin' slow, must be the fake drugs
Bitch I'm wildin',

on you soon
Wait to they here about the madazolam and the fact you killed they fucking gran
You took them out of hospital made this whole shit possible

back an bring out the madness
Light it up matches end with a blunt
Gutting the Dutch Sparkin the green
Stabbing my lungs I'm smoking a Cactus
Run up run

picked up my first check 
I'm out here coming for the crown 
And all you niggas phony 
Pretending you got what you don't got 
But people gon eat it up

Earliest change I remember Growing up was at the age of Seven
I had to say goodbye to all my Friends Out west where we're Headin
Sold a lot of what

return
5 7 out the box burn u like a bad perm
You aint here by ten O'clock ima hit yo block like big worm
Its the principalities gone be a lot

keep her foot on your throat (Heh)
It’s Jenny Durkan that’s leadin’ this fuckin’ circus
Sold out the city, so that Bezos could purchase it
Accelerated