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I'll be so jealous of the father of your future son
I love you more than he will ever do
And stay by your side doesn't matter if you want that to
Oh how

I overcame let the truth be told
The truth be told told told the truth be told
Jealousy envy that's the way haters be
I hope you understand I'm just

In this world
There will be people who want to bring you down
But do me a favour, son, and keep fighting
Don't listen to their writing
You better

your lesson
Death of a dynasty
Not by a chance
Locked down nigga
Build up your camp
Create a stance
Now it's music and movies
And my son is the future
In

stagnant
Hopes of the future keep a nigga from collapsing
David and Goliath slay the mother fucking dragon
Anything I preach
Is all a nigga practice
Yea
Son

eyes/ My essence you couldn't synthesize if you tried, and had unlimited time/It's never gonna happen,I'm one of one/Son of a gun,never a runner-up/I just

Apply pressure
Like this is love
But this is ugly
I know her like I knew her
But this is the future
She doesn't know me
She only know the old me

Angelic eyes can't wipe the past you made by hopping round my brothers
You know how to move stealthy, this ain't your first time under covers
Aye who dat

Yeah Real Bee u know sometimes You have to accept and let go of Certain things that happened in your Life and focus on the future i don't Remember

get some brain today
Till I feel clever, I'm what you pretend to be
I'm working like there's 10 of me, a great one son

With Charlie Sheen tendencies,

asphyxiates the futures chances 
My fire was fuelled 
mind neglected heart abused 
done feeding pain with petrol i'm through 
show me the route far from these

wanda, ça me gagne ça me crrrr ça me crisshh kroooo
I just want to be acquainted by God as Christ' stone
(Dji men ?) les bimoulé ci me veulent quoi même

a son
One last time, barely 30, he went back to grad school
Cap and gown, lookin' nerdy But now it's all over for that nigga
His future was lookin' bigger

all gray chargers
But see I'm only me so I go harder
And smarter for my future son and unborn daughter
Bruh I ain't never stopping
Cuz I ain't got that

Ayo
Can you hear me?
I go by the name Juls Delø
And I'm here to cook up something with my boy TheAct
Music for the soul
So you can feel whole
In

Olympic sprinting
We go hard at what we do
Whether it's losing or it's winning
Hope you hear me when I tell you I almost ended it, nearly
Jumped off

thankful that I ain't in the dirt
Under grass or as ash
M three sport with the digital dash
I got future expectation

I built my foundation on manifestation

rappers be my son that means I'm ur 아버지 
Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'
Don't wanna here another word from u
Tell me where my payment is hop on this famous

The saddest thing in life
Is a wasted talent
A future gone dim
And it's then by us
Big cities bright lights
All the places I went
But will I be

mum?

Oh shit, wait, hope I don't get a daughter first (nah)
I need me a son to protect her
If anyone tries then that boy gone burst (bow bow)
That's

every time, they just run it out of time
I'm about to kill em all like I'm odd future
Lotta rappers, good ones a lot fewer
Gotta happen, I'm talking it

focused either
People wanna eat but can't show
Me where the peas are
Don't try it it's a no, no
Don't bother it's a no bro
Your future looking copper
Mine

Speeding where I don’t speak the
Language on road signs
And for me go time is go time
They like, yours coming soon
I’m like I know mine
I don’t need

from this pen and pad

Where do we belong we on a troubled path
Need a future bag

Rap in present this the gift of gab
Ghost of Christmas past got me