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glow

Shake your body all the kids say twerk
To the land down under by the men at work
You push I pull
Free of judgment
To live in the moment

Will you

in the attic above my room 
in a single family home where i live with two friends, 
twelve strangers and several stray
cats, no one washes dishes,

covered by tattoo,
Young men are dying in thirties,
The century old we are still living in twenties,
Scratching the surface like glitches, some
People

strippers
I know that sound fucked up
But you live and you learn
07 09 It took a bigger turn
Got rejected by Kanye
Then i signed to Mase
I was young

Natty Dreaded to na Zimbabwe
My phone card works all day
Bobs way, black market militia
Eating well in the Meikles Hotel
Copped the passport, no

huh
Black boy, black man black son

My ancestral code
Black men who toss rocks at the pedestal 
Hereditary with hate, funny how it works this way
We

find no action inside my mind
All my rhymes go flat
How many are gonna die while I iso rap?
Men killing women, Whites kill Blacks
And running society

you to live faithfully
You got what it takes
And your excuse is an entire lie
You have the same inside you
As the people your inspired by
The work that

with me
(Young and dumb, ooh, yeah)
At all (Young and) , no (Not at all)

I know niggas want this position I'm in (Huh)
Some niggas put the work in
Some

Sleeping with no mattress taught me to cover my flaws
We was poor so my mother budgeting by our means
But then Ecko tees ain't helping my self esteem
Niggas

carry the paper
And cut men in my corner
Cause they carry the razer
Pay me what you owe me
I don't need no favors
Took the stairs going up
And going down

provided, fed, clothed, and bathed
By strong women alone ,my mother
She found a way to stretch a 20 into
Groceries and pillow sheets
While I lay in the bed

me
My soul is knitted by God y'all can't unravel me
They think I walk out of bounds No I'm traveling
They tried to fry up my mind but they can't

Gillette that’s a close shave
Still play Boys 2 Men at my old age
And that was the end of the road mate
Part of me saw this thing as a key
Man I’m free by

the way that im balling
I live out my truth dawg and I put my all in
I cant do no waiting i cant do no stalling
I made it up outta them basement apartments

Coco's a no go like her bosses Nuremberg defense (BRAAAAAH)
So sew sew I guess out of fashion lines would make sense
She's not what she 'seams,' behind

Life life life 

Now lil momma got her belly swoll 13 yrs old the nigga did her so cold

Now she dont wanna live no more
Now its twenty different pills

to town I go to see the changing country lives
No one dare believes in God—for fear they'll be criticized
I speak the Holy Word under clouds of falling rain

some old moldy men soakin' in Covid phlegm
Cornmeal coded in fried okra, pathogen serum from live cobras
One hit'll roll your eyes over
Polar drip,

enough to take your shine
Some get murdered never tried
For crimes that they never tried
Murdered as a passer-by
Poor mothers are left to cry
These cases

Told the homie Jean
Gotta work just to eat
Little dawg doubled back
Got a whip in a week
Who told me I ain't killing it
Four abortions, more are

Wiseman told me not to waste my breath
Wiseman told me not to waste my breath

You're wasting your breath
You're scared to death
You want to live my

to the kids, give back to the hood
Love my dreams never thinking wish I could, understood
We all under pressure, that's just where we live
By them codes, always

dancing so sleazy
For the ones in the club from these men
Who just want to get up in and she just might let 'em
Depending how much they spend
And how much