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said I got rich off of rap
I'm gettin' racks
Used to serve weed out of the trap now I get paid to fuck up these tracks
Swear all these rappers can't stop

Never owned guns but all of they tracks straps is click clacking 
They don't shoot shit but videos and pose in their quick fashion
cnd snap pics just

raise up e pace
Wi ah blaze up e track, dem nuh fit fi di race
An' mi look very fat but mi fit fi di race
An' mi mek nuff mistake
But mi ah change up mi

a fuckin' rack to blow her back out
Now I got a million dollars on this fuckin' track now, but
Ay, ay, ay, that bitch blowin' me like a flute
Pull up with

When you feel unsure
When you feel there's no one by your side
I've been there before
Just say the word
And we'll go for a ride

Now's the time

ways they treat the most
Them contracts make you quiet but I'm obligated to spit my flow
And I'm never stopping even if they make this track go ghost

been talking out my mouth
Off my face when you're around
Through the pain and the doubt (Huh)
I thought you'd notice by now (Breathe, oh)
I think I

what's on they mind
Too many times they lied, can't say that I ain't try
Got so much on my mind, been losing track of time
Hate when I'm doing good, love

paid it
The streets show love for the track although radio never played it
My struggle I wouldn't trade for nothing nor would I evade it
If the Most High

happy by the second
Smoking woods and bumping legends
Im a loner boy a stoner boy
Don't give me all your mentions
Dropping tracks like i aint stressing

We are living in dark times
Where we are all blinded by religion and superficial knowledge
The power you seek lies within you
The truth is all our

feelin' my pain
Doin' good shit, now I feel like a saint Goin' crazy, on tracks and, I'm back to my
lane I feel like I'm soldier, I'm rockin' that
bape Know

Hope the flowers give us something to say,
While we're reckoning how this one got away.

Somewhere, I lost track
Of someone I won't get back.
Somewhere,

what I spend, that target on my back
Now they analyzin' all our tracks

What if these my opinions, who said I was speakin' facts?
Me, nigga, and I'll

hurting  
You're searching for something real 
And there's no going back when you're on these tracks 
And nobody knows how you feel 

Maybe you should have

relax
But ion ever relax, I just make clean tracks
Yeah, I'm always in the stu
Track 1, and add the Track 2
Hammed anotha play, Yeah I'd hate to be you

Look, I lost my focus I don't know if I'll ever get it back
It's music or emotions, I'ma put it on this track
I went ghost, romo, where he been at? I

Shout out OddwOrld for this one
Yeah
Self Spoken Sound
Alright
Yo O, start us off right, homie
It could go down in the back seat, track meet
Run it,

to
Give in, you're to weak you cannot win
Go back , retract
There is no way , there is no chance
The track ahead is a daunting dance
Like a ship without

stepped to your face
Now you wanna have my back?
Heard the kid flows
Now you want me on track?
Yo fuck the past, but don't act
Cuz you don't know me like

the lightning you can mind me with my high beams 
On the highway, going my way, things been going my way
Things been going my way

Hold up
Back on the track gonna

"half assed" or "that'll dos"
If I'm given a part then I smash through
But it still comes round like a tatsu
How do I progress on track 2?

Man's in

This is my new song called A Life Without Knowing
This will be track six on the Outlaws Mind album
It was just going to be a five track album, but I

regret that

The boys be rowdy, 
Some of em pack that, smoking on Maui 
Quoting these tracks that,

Sell all these dreams,
By any means, of drugs and money