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accepted by the cool kids 
But then he realized it was foolish 
Cuz they were all choosing   
A life that was so abusive
He was saved by the music
I don't

of the hideous
Some assaulted by the anthems of the lesser
Concerned, I squinted through tinted
Pains of pressure transcend, backlash
Jet black ink bleeds

The Maguire Song

Murs

F' Real

1997

Music
Now most of them artist didn't go on to do shit
When back to 9 to 5's punchin clocks
Acceptin weekly checks
But Mike had a plan after a while 
He

it, or just let it slip? Yo 

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but

for this man overflows to his fans
It's time I educate these idiots
The best that I can
They're so amused by his abuse of rap music
I'll have to craft

advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand

praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm

of shit to mention
My family, they count on me
So I'ma count my blessings
Use this music as a weapon
My brother got his sentence
I hope he learn his lesson

shit
Ditch that bitch if she sucking with a loose grip
I get bands pussy you ain't making bu shit
Getting startled by spiders
He make me dropping my

Gotta see if im dreamin, cuz wow, I can't believe it
Started as a child, that would VIBE to his brothers cds
Ridin shotgun in his jeep while the songs

dead

The music I'm making satisfies a craving
Wash away my sins, I'm bathing
Thinking like a man now my hair started straightening
Patience

work weeks school and making music
Rolling with the squad (yeah)
Doing ninety through the ranch with the aux on
(You know who playing)
The same kid with

taking risks and I'm finally stamped
All in his music he 21 savage
Rappers ain't writing they lines I can't fathom
Making an image they never could capture

food then she shake

She Said her dude too confusing
I play yo music he hate

The he said he wish he knew you
He could use you on his tape

Pull up

to the chin to just appreciate the wins
Big bro in that bitch, he was facing five to ten
And he ain't snitch but his nigga did
And that's the only reason why

I'll keep reminding y'all until you recognize
I'm top five damn this beat got me energized
I'm a nightmare I can tell that you terrified
Man you full

B.E.T.T.R., I'm upping em
More passing
Niggas making music, they wack and it's all racket
Maison Margiela, red sweater
Louis V to match it
Keep it together,

a spliff
I ripped them off and they know right when i drift off

What have i become
A young high school dropout making music in his basement
Patience, thats

pain
To my pain to my pain

J
Welcome to MyPain
It's been a long time coming
Aaaaahhhhhh
Five years in the making and we here Yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh
Finally
I

this Dodie
Lil nigga I'm trying to get high as the ceiling
You don't even get it
Got stuff three five in my wood cause I'm in my feelings
I'm trying

to make music Mama used to ask while I bang and rap to it 
I tell her cuz I make people dance and clap to 
It perhaps adapt to it like Joe his flow tough so

selling books so I'm getting paid by the fucking Page

The center stage, I'm Callin out Mr. Johnny Cage
Punchin him in nuts to Puta end to his rave

and became my choice of a weapon
Helped me channel my aggression
Piano my confessions in the keys of the blessings
Others capping ain't no lying here
Raised by

nigga I have seen in this bitch
I am stepping bout 6'1", 5'6", that's my bitch

And she go by AR-15 and she don't lean
She be shooting steady, better pray