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the neighbors overhearing the convo
If we at a house party, please mind your business
If we disappear for an hour
Come back in and we're appearing to flounder

Backsliding to my Prhyme (Minister)
Mamasay mamasa mamama (Makusa)
High over the top like I'm Kid 'n' Play
House party for my crib like everyday
Old school like

start her prime
Thirteen months apart are we
I still spoke at her party
Every single word I said
I'll still mean it when I'm dead
Still wear that

Yeah (aah)
ConTrapBute, fuck with it
All up in the stu with the gang on some video games
Party on the roof saying F the rain
We don't see the rules

Uh, It's L young on this bitch
In the motherfucking house
Recording in the studio and shit
You done did some whack shit
Nah you can't take it back

Next move got to be immaculate
Never would imagine that I made it this far from rapping and
Last year, working and parties, not even having shit

a clue
Baby girl, you're looking fleeky, gonna make my way to you
You always give, they're always askin' for more
They don't say thanks, my intentions were

the whole party on molly
I wanna cut you open, I wanna C U Bleed
Sanity slowly eroding, one day it will shatter
She said that she love me, I said baby it

to the payphone
My folks be buggin' when I'm on the line at home
But he still call it just to hear the voicemail of our fave song
Hit the house party lookin' like

Owners of slaves, transformed, to suits, then robes, and police
Kkk, political rhetoric,  lack the answers sway, every election
You rented by parties like

muhfuckin house parties
Yet they still tryna play the kid
Cant lil bro me or baby sit
How you find your target audience
But aint made a hit
The one man band

they got to choose to keep the heat on
 Or buy food cause they really only getting by
Every day he wonder why his father had to die
He can’t cry though,

of me
What you seeing might be
Money and the power
I won't get paid by the hour, yuh
Ain't gon be a challenge
Start a label be the founder, yuh
All

erase
And sing it to you face to face

I didn't want to write you a sad song
But by this second verse it was soundin' that way
But then the chorus came

He always keep me humble by reminding me of shit I did
First I blend in like chameleon
Then I leap and scale the building
Smoking weed with ghetto

it's AP by the rhinestones on my shirt
House party might lurk, these man are nerds
I'm dipping out cus their words are slightly getting on my nerves

cause it's party time
Drink the bullshit away I been grinding like no other
& I brought a bottle with me so I pass it to my brother
Check me
Im working

don't I
I ain't even from here
Came to drop some pounds on them
Aint no front shawty
I got a couple thou on me
Fuck this house party
Lets go somewhere

standing by the bus
Hi my name is JMO really nice to meet ya
I wanna know tell me are you a keeper
Our conversation really going places we both definitely

but I'm still empty
Lost half of my fam, our house feels empty
If it weren't for Quincy, I'd completely be empty
I regret skipping mom's birthday party

today it gets so hard to breathe
Why, why, why, I don't understand
I was raised to believe that Ameri-CAN
But a house divided cannot stand
So a bi-party

I'm running out of ammo
Boy be touching keys like they pianos
Smoke a nigga i ran out of camels
Throw a party leave my house in shambles
Women taking

houses, armed guards by their bed

Indoctrinating colleges make people hate
Without a shred of critical thinking inside they brain
Do yo own research, don't

over
Wifey want a house and daughter want rover
My Friends call me Bodmon but Yall can call Me hot
I got
Niggas upset I'm at they Shorty's spot
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