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But really I aint make it out yet
Imma brick baby but wont born in the projects
I moved there later then I learned how to pop shit
Niggas in the a going

the projects to let them all know I'm outside
I need a bad lil bitch who gon love me forever and always stand tall by my side
I need a bad lil bitch when I'm

former self like a show-and-tell and see my present like a living clone
Yeah, I just wanna live and grow
All you get is judgment if you refuse to fit

You can by land with a couple of bands
Build you a house with ya rough ass hands
If you ain't gotta fire arm you a tough Ass man
To roam around

Its Broward babies
I go by big zii never had to explain
No remote up in yo hand but I still find you playing games
Never messed with a lame can't put

At the stanchion
My project was a portait
Mixing
Marylin wit Manson
Am I preaching
To the choir or what
I'm inspired by bud
Boy what I toke
Put
Fire in lungs

show love and still wipe from existence
No back door vibes but i ain gone tell you how it isn't
I jus passed Roosevelt and i keep hearing whispers
AR w

Kopped a drac
Keep yo distance
They hating for what
I got this out the mud
Really went got it
They didn't show me no love
But I love how she suck it
With

together
Turn my body to a temple with the stones I'm grinding
Ima do it to letter
Put my passion in my project and I keep on rhyming

No longer fucking with

ever watching tv to project myself
Full brightness, zero contrast
A chaser that doesn't chase out of fear of a tangy aftertaste
I drink and I drink til

pride 
I’m no gonna lie 
Pop me a perk now I’m fried
Reminiscing bout the guys 
Free bando and ty

We was just tryna get by
You niggas trap to get high

When honeymoons are over
And you can't project perfection on her
You're waking from the buzz, feeling dry
Decision time is on you
And it's not as if

When honeymoons are over
And you can't project perfection on her
You're waking from the buzz, feeling dry
Decision time is on you
And it's not as if

About the green
Weeded schemes
To project blue beams
Over rooftops
So the profit is seen
Now clean up
These drowning streets
Greet the Kristos
With

Never thought I'd used a pencil
As my instrument to cope
With all this time that's passing by
So hope these melodies make a better me
Better days had

annoyed by everything and anyone?
Hm guess time will tell, but till then Imma going to enjoy this life I have
Is this career the right path?
I don't know…

show it
Over here this ain't no fake it till you make it
If you don't got it you just gotta keep it honest
What did you do for me?
When I was

of all people
How dare you speak to a king like that gawd
Im appalled by your actions
You cannot speak to a king like such
You should be held accountable

them, live with my bros mind our businesses
I live by the name let that camera roll, File me the project got your bank notes
Tryna get what we came for,

understand exactly why I stay speaking on pain
I got criticized by those in my circle for being borderline insane
Traumatized and that got little to do with

on Transit lines, said I'd snap
There was no need to throw up hands
Soundcloud projects were getting stacked
And shelved cuz my bars weren't jack
If the all

such a supportive community
In the music world
And it just goes to show how much talent is out there

Hey Cass, are you watching Jimmy Fallon

God damn,

Sequencing karma's
Everything's to give to ensure I'm keeping my promise
This very moment I'm Moses, the oceans keep
Being parted

You can (sniff) smell by

signing off on wagers
I can go airplane with the paper
Lived downtown Portland by the Blazers
Any bitch I fuck on turn crazy
Threw Barbie away for a black