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homicide
Task force at my door, and now I'm up in court
Appointed attorney burnt me, defense was no support
My child raised in the streets, another son

an
The hands of time keep swaying, know what I'm saying
Guess what I'm saying is the clock's stopped
Heart turned to rock by Medusa as she cock blocked
Lost in

working for herself
She's working for two She's cleaning tables at eleven
And dishes at two Her baby father doing well if only he knew

A single mother only

Ain't no overnight success stories
Just Pain and glory
Ups and downs
Pushing through struggle
Is how I earned my crown
Little city big dreams

surrounded by evil
How can we walk in the truth when there's been lies taught in the steeple
Here to break all the chains that say that they can hold us down

far from alone, ayy
I wanna be holy and mentioned with greats
And known by the Father and friends with the Son
And live with new hope and count up

or worse, sickness and healing
Can't believe we tied the knot, jumped the broom, had a hop
Made a rapper slow it down, should have signed to Rap-A-Lot
April

for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors 
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock

whose hands I promised Midian
Just the three hundred
Sitting by camp a little concerned
You could say they lacked some courage
You'd probably be a little

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

you to get there
Holy shit when I’m at my
Thing, standing on a mattress
I’m flapping it
You know that I’m bouncing up and down
Shit, do you know what’s

the sun comes up, Then we
Sleep it's a hell of a Paris
Once upon a time
A guy called Dylan Thomas was destroyed by
Poetry audiences sit your asses down
I'm

and grind day in day out and do this to sun down
Told mom her son's down
To make a plan for us to ball without tears or struggles
That's why I bust it raw
I

to hold me

Knocking on a door
On the thirteenth floor
Of an apartment complex
At 3:00 a.m.
And finding out the guy
Only has oil-based hand lotion
To lube

got some loud
I got some loud at the house for the niggas down south that can smoke out the pound
Running around like I sell by the ounce that

to
Love is an open door it will not forsake you
See it as a blessin' in disguise
So beautiful it is when you open up your eyes
Talking all four
1,2, 3, 4
Yo

that you somethin that you not
Boy big chillin while the work is payin off
Something like a sloth
Dro get delivered by drone to the door
Man I ain't got

With the ball in my hand

I drive in my lane

Balling in The Spirit 

Showing

The devil up

I make 

3's stepping 

My levels yup

Increasing defense

They Would Send You Home 
By Time You Got In The Door 
Hear Mama On The Phone 

Damn... 
Where Did That Love Go 
When We Had Fist Fight 
Even When

without 
Where are you now? 

[Verse 1] 
No father knocking at my door to try & spill his regrets 
No mother here to hold me tight to say she loves me

make assumptions and I know (I know)
We got the chopsticks in the back, Word to Tay that imma blow (gone blow)
We was trappin really scammin
Got $3k just

Three peat, balling while they knees weak
A little bit of Water for the
Soul got the sin clean
A lot a bit of holy Water from the father
Got the rich

don't need it, my reputation equity
Confidence and authenticity is in my recipe
Suicide doors when I say open sesame
Bull by the horn, can't hope for

Tiptoe without a sound
An unfamiliar place in winter
But this room has memories
I put my bag down by the photos of your father
And hope I don't disturb