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bumping my idols
It's like I'm in the finals with
These 9th inning flows
No home runs on my stats but I keep going
Cause if I don't try
Then I'll never know

I'm not the gunna
Looking for the runner  
I'm the ghost 
Looking for my host 
I keep on going 
like you 
I don't back down 
from no fight 
you right

than a runaway, I think on my own
Forever going hard so, I'm never at home
I take thrones
I consider it the falling of Rome 
Prone to the green like

For those of you that grew up without a father
I hope you understand my story

Ima Just

Put my pen to the pad and Im going 
To let my feelings out

a blaze 
War is hell

China white for my addict needs
I'm never going home
His breath was the last of all our needs

God hates us all too much
That's why he

Take off quick , the forty on him, never take a chance again tho
Hop on the whip and he gets going drives a 94 Cadillac
Bought that shit with 4,5 bricks

premonition
Out of the loop with the curveball they keep pitching
As I run home knowing that I'm missing
I've seen knives be used outside the kitchen
If I said

the most
I'd seen since Grandpa went to his home
I mean there was no holding back
And I began to let go overcome by grief
My mom joined and the tears rolled

carried by six then show sympathy
Man these niggas get blinded by jealousy 
Cause they see that I'm up and they can't bring me down so they try they best

niggas never show no mercy Please, this is an emergency
I'm back home for my security
Nigga, why you pressuring me
Oh, like, I know why I'm innocent

instead of keeping your average
I should've let you fuck all the girls that you curved in high school
I'm sorry for not becoming what you wanted to be by 25

staring at the clock in a cubicle and coming home to an unhappy family? I once was like you, resentfully going through the motions until I discovered

you see him rise up it'll fuck up your head
Blood shot eyes and a rattling chain
Like Lord Lucan but without a moustache
I'm Mike Balls going

It's your favorite Capricorn
Young token black
Coming back for more 
See I'm child of divorce
Going back and forth
Don't know how to act
Steady going

Master's plans have started to unravel and by the way the Martians have unlocked time travel. So I can go back and save my home. So I don't have to eternally

but bro got birded for a rat
By the time you done your bird, nobody even gang
Lookin' at you weird for stickin' to the plan
Get a plan and stick with

Verse 1: 
I am not the type man to ever ask for anything 
I’m the type to work and get the shit I want by any means 

But right now I could use

surrounded by my family and friends then
I'm telling you, there was no end to the love we shared
A real community planned by people whose only plan was to live

just keep getting dreams where I'm giving you babies
We haven't talked in a while but I'm missing you lately
And maybe we could build a home and have

in the crowd tryna see where I'm going, where to be
Simple life in the screen, I
Looked up, seen everybody looking down to their phone, through

intoxicated by the swag, n***a it's lit
She all in my ear, going off the script
Smell a n***a trees, askin' for a hit, yeah
And she lookin' like Aaliyah though

""The Outcome""
Home of the brave/And land of the free/
More like the home of the graves/From the land of greed/
And it’s sad to see/What be

your supposed to be my homes
Bet your sitting with a smile while I, begin to rile
Let it marinate until it blows up with my hate, wait
Could I be in

(Verse)

I've been losing from the start now I'm winning at the finish
Look at all this strange fruit my family tree diminished (gone)
A product