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I've seen my ghost that lives in the past
I look so much happier back then
I see her face when she still knew my name
I always wished her memory

a B-boy
Got some beats for they ear like a motherfuckin' kilo

Draw down, erase a nigga face while he writin' (write)
All in your bitch ear like Tyson

disgusted and appalled by my actions, I
I'll never holla at a bitch
That's built like a fruit basket again
I can't, edible arrangement ass bih like
I know you

be followed by smoke
And we slaying any fool who'll cough or choke
I'm talking roach clip hand, I said fuck the hook
You won't read about me in your

Yeah
Uh
I'm back in soul for the week
Heaven knows I've seen a lot
But I'm here cuz there's still more to see
Rarely do I smoke any weed
But

Fashionable with my attires
You In shock when I walk by ya
Everyone knows that I'm flyer
Been through the fucking wire
And I still ain't tired
I will never

daddy to cancer, her brother to pills
Only been 6 months still doesn't feel real
Sometimes it'll hit her she's suddenly ill
Goes in the back room

This music shit running my life
Barely got any time for the wife
Know this shit is so wrong it ain't right
When I'm not in the booth I'm write
I can

believe in god, bitch go read your bible
All that fucking money going to the military 
yet we still pay for healthcare and low class secretary
thats alot of

wit me on Sick Mode
And Im sayin boy
Fall back stay in your lane
Im from where where Im from
Oh yeah we not the same truzmea
Naw man no back and forth

Sophie held you for the first time you pissed in her lap
Madeline would play with you and wear you out and take a nap
Hope you had the best time of your

follow the scheme, I follow my dreams
That’s my scene, I guess being real
Is deep in the genes
Fuck it, ain’t gonna stay unseen
Got my shit to tell, I’m

boast on this type beat
But they don't see the work I put in when I'm typing
And flexing is okay by me as long as your self made
I've been write since age

to find some new, but it don't match
Wanna be like you, but they hellcats
Know you blocked my phone, baby write back
You can call my name, I'll be right

The wind is crying with the name of every tree.
I love to see your face inside of my eyes.
There are a million ways to compromise your life.
Behind

on your ass
Why they send it by the ton but lock you up for the stash
And shoot a man in his back and Walk away and just laugh
Yeah
That's why ya always let

making music
Start changing my mood
Speak on my name
Shit stay sleep on my songs
Nothing to make you come right all you're wrongs
Well I'm still awake
I

want to find mine I know I wasn't planning time
My heart is like a land mine and I already planned time

For when they try to stand by
My name isn't Mary

Joel Embiid (Bop)
I'll put you underground like planting seeds
If I ain't with the gang, I'm still with my gun, bitch what was you thinking?
Don't

I'm an angel in my momma's eyes
In my rap world, we bumb 75 girls
playboys short, right before court
Tryin to bite what I write itll brake your jaw

Through the Screen

Army of Freshmen

Under the Radar

2006

through
Then I'll be there for you and you'll be there too.

Hollywood lights in my backyard
Your movie's great, my life is hard
Why can't you see

It’s really crazy the way I’m living my life now
It’s like a movie mom’s said it’s what I should write down
That’s what I do so this track is my

the same
Didn't even know Boy's name, I went hard
Left my mark on the school yard
Couple hours later I'm flying through the stars
Cuz I'm a hero
In my

foot in the game
Hoping that someday soon I’ll bring fame to my name
Got the rest pullin’ triggers guess we all think the same
Lookin’ up to the G’s hope