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Started off as a little nigga
I was out to get it
Had a half a rack at fifteen
I turned around and flipped it
By nineteen I was trapping hard

Such a rush, running, running
Oh, the day is just beginning
Swimming there, some will clash
It's a race won by cunning
Such a rush, running, running

to use chains on the tires
Freezing cold hike, that's the shit I admire
My only way to escape having urges like Myers
Lies told by liers hit my ears again

or a bassinet
Her mama died and left her with a reality check
Now she tryina reap up, yo she past respect
Before she work, got to get right in the bathroom
Body

even half way tryin
Scaring all these trashy tyrants staring scoping laughing i am
Rarely holding back designing very swolely crafted kind of flow no one

lying to your mama and i'm calling your bluff
I been living in my bag and I been acting hella stupid
Ripped the wings off of cupid traded arrows for

back
This ain't origami put that on my mama you can bet ya life I ain't folding
This that fresh hibachi Gucci and Versace it ain't on me yet but it's

Listen, honey, you make me high
You draw me close before you walk on by
Well, maybe, darlin', I've got something to say
In fact, you got me thinking

you say you're falling now
My phones dead quit calling now
Don't know what you're problem is
Four minutes fore I'm gone
This pills half life live

And this brain only think of doing big things
And I won't stop when I'm on top
I'm the best by a long shot, you ain't even mid-range
I'm going for my goals

a tool
I remember classes that I was barely passin' in school
I wasn't dumb, I was just actin' a fool
My talent distracted me too
Plus half of what they

mama buss it
Half my nigga rugged, I be wit different folks when I'm in public
Another subject yea, I hear'em talkin but they ain't talking money

I been

I enter the room I clean shop without a Broom,
I'm like a Dog Catcher leaving you half dead without a Tomb.
Yea I'm a winner had to eat you for

ugh (And it's stuck)
Who that man down there
Go show him love
You can take em hell, He's only half your height
And you said all your life you had

on me,
 yuh, damn, 
I'm wit the gang, they goin dumb on me, 
My face goin hella numb on me, 

Goddamn, 

Rip a track because it's fun to me, 
Half you

be screaming my name
So I be rhyming while I'm riding her waves
I'm tryna soul surf
Love it when I make her the prize
Lil mama mines
I can tell by how

later in March of 2017 
Performed at SXSW for Urban Fêtes (at Peckerheads)
Half blinded by the truth Jack Thriller can see
A young star left eye, nah it

Daddy never got the son he wanted
Until he had me
So every breath I took was haunted
By who I was 'post to be
Forgive me, Mama
For the facial

melody within and The top of the following lists
Talent, Compassion, Confidence and Quick Wit
"Mama's Baby, Papa's Maybe" right by majority did
But I'm too

Lost my brother and my mama she cried. 
When they ride they gone slide to that code they abide. 
Don p wit a straw sipping thoughts of my guy. 
Young

What the fuck you Thinking
Plus we ride 4 deep
Outchere
Slump back freestyling In my armchair
Half way round the Block
Got a play stop
Got
To the money

to myself, Ima grind by my self
If I'm in the studio then ima rhyme for my self
But I be back to the crib, it's a fact you my rib
Have my back when I need it

Girl you just wanted to know
Yeah
Oh

Girl you look surprised because of what I just did
Oh I promise that ain't even the half of it
I see you need

shit
I should mention a couple niggas I know be tryna diss
And bitches all up in they feelings
Well not really
Just my baby mama
Never met somebody who