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at me now
Months go by, start writing my own shit
Pound Cake instrumental, on some notes in the phone shit
Lookin' back on the lyrics, I mean I gotta own

it 'til I'm laying in a coffin
'Cause I got dreams to chase you haters are forgotten
What I'm spitting is rotten, nasty on the instrumental
Never knew

I thought it'd all be cool by now
I thought I would be strong
Yes, I though I would ride it through
Boy, was I wrong

I thought I could erase it all

it go
Had to focus on my music, had to focus on my-self
I need to focus on my mental, by hopping on an instrumental
I'ma just focus on credentials, I'm

oni jiya toyin
So many things that have got into
So many instrumental that have jump into
Ori won ton ball oobere se jersey yiku 
Rapper yin jupa boya

nigga there is the door
How can you reach the sky man if all you do stare at the floor
Ask god for things I don't get a response for
I'm still getting

Thinking of things you wished for long ago
So far away from where you are now
Your journey leads you to secret places
And there is music all night
Music from

all throughout Richmond
I'm open late and I'm selling pies
Like that Pizza shop named Christians (pies)
Get money first that's the mission (Yeah)
Have

Alright
This the song
Now
This the song
First things first
Whoa
Im not number one
Let me get that clear
I am not number one
I am nowhere near
But

to the right, damn, there's not one
Used to be all hype to tell my niggas that I got one
'Hip-Hop' tatted on the wrist, posters of Pac, son
Felt like I was

First Beat and Chupacabra
Written By Tim Lynch

First Beat-Instrumental


Chupacabra

My spirit got the mange and malnutritioned
Now I'm fat as hell

acknowledge it
The funny thing is if you ask me
I ain't accomplish shit except
Hard times and all times
I came up out of it
Now my mind is on the millions fam
I

I'm standing by the window
Just wondering how would we know
If things are meant to play this way for us

Looking back at those old memories
Like

women I don’t wanna die cause I got many things ahead 

By this time last year she wasn’t replying she left my chats unread 

I let

wanna know what the god honest truth is?
If things ever at stake
Then i'd be talking about Ruth Chris
Huh

I'm tryna take you to paradise
A lil vacation

Feeling shattered and all alone
These things you cannot be

Help me to heal you
To heal me, this is our truth

#instrumental

Walking through this world in

lie about none of the things that I be talkin' about over these tracks, on these instrumentals
Shout out to my nigga Leaf, he sent the beat, this shit

and friends
Keep close that I love, you gotta be odd to be number one
Still beat the odds, it was tense as fuck Kings and queens there is no such thing

what?"
Like how the fuck imma hit it
I'm in the city like pigeons
All by my dolo like pennies
The rhetoric is offensive, I'm hard as arguments with women

to see what I gained by myself
Vile
Purple
Toxic blues
Reefer green
Mixed with booze
You can pack your things and get the fuck out
In front of my spring we

wanna fake the talk & smiles
I'm not surprised I seen it all this shit is wild
Kept my head up even on the bad days
These are so songs to you to me it's

life comes afloat no joke
I realized I survived I'm alive
Hands high hands high

Ok perfect way to intro
This instrumental got me all up in my mental

to loose 
You know, you know
How i play my things
And in this streets I rain 
Stretched up my gain
So everywhere I go all I hear is

Chorus:
T.O.N.Y
Invade

where the chubby chase scream, jeans so fitted, images vivid
thick what they call, see the curves i like all of em, making things jump, like fergee