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feathers you somehow get by
Alone, but untethered with the weight of goodbyes
Wake up in the morning with poison in your veins
There's a hole in your shirt

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

like pottery
Till there he lay
And then time would be picking petals
Off flowers that lie by his grave

Grave mistake fucking with me
I could take you in

Billy Bass

Ay yo try me I bet I deliver I'm Bezos
You can get it all from me like Bezos
I can give half of my raps away by the end of the day
I

protected by allah

Living like broke college kids even after school was done and putting everything we got into this

for one day Inshallah to live like

Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's

a sprinkle
I could drop this one song today and your album still wouldn't even be as nice as my single
Tell me what you think yo
In fact your opinion doesn't

shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our

causing a ruckus
Cause on the beat I'm like fuck it
I answer to no one, I'm here by myself
Like my own business I'm runnin'
They say Crisp your beats are

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

Flawless Victory

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be

different just didn't sit right
I went from studying Maori to the Bible and Jesus Christ
And went from rolling in bushes to being surrounded by city lights

ahora estas finito
Mi familia es Latino
Soy grande tu pequeno
Macro with the dose your life is just a placebo
Won't see me at the casino
White boy way

check everybody in Sight, you won't find success in this game
By being polite, I'll bury anyone, doesn't Matter black or white, day or night, sharp
Teeth

Never mind the fact he was influenced by Jim Crow
While we were fighting Nazis
The klan was still here lamenting Jewish control
We love a patriotic white

Black album cover
Black disk black sleeve
Enigmatic vision
My world is conceived

Vulnerable reflection
Turbulent repose
Fragile emanations
I wryly

I'm the hottest in my city, bitch It ain't no smoke I'm Duckin
I got some people that's on go by the push of a Button
I got a bitch that's fine

Call me Kip Kinkel, my flow is murdering fools
When I go off like white buls in suburban schools
Splurging's cool, I done blown mad cash and then

Fifth track on that black and white album
Kinda' name you know never sick of the sound of
Any song, any year, you'd hear

So I went to the rock show

in a bowling lane
Im inspired by pain
You throw shots I don't drop or get burned Ill return w a firing range
I wired my brain to think different
Your

of a sudden she gladly goin'
Jeans made by Rag & Bone
Pills she'll probably take, me, I ain't never goin'
Niggas puttin' fent in them drugs
Ski ain't in

you a dancin' bitch
And you a prancer bitch
You a Rudolph and Vixen and a prancin' bitch
Got a red mixed with white nose
Like a standard bitch
You

Give a damn
I don't give a damn
Bro was blinded by the shit
Bro was blinded by the bricks, I'm in his ear like before that paper hit the mindset

grown that’s just how the zone can get
I was immersed in the music even prior to walking
I’m a student of Nas, Redman and Rakim
White and Latino my rhyme