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Partially dishonest
Mentally deranged
On my worse days I made the best moves I can't complain
They always hit me up and ask me when m dropin something
I didn't have an answer so I told em that it's coming

But oh well the playlist's extended with the pain
And the pleasure is another form of baskiat explained
Lines getting cut with the switch blade
Unfortunately I ain't tryna barb
I gotta make waves

I'm surfing through these demos
Flirting with the desert eagle
Watching out for God knows
Paranoia getting Lethal
I been outchea buring up the scripts and writing new ones
Sorry I just really been to hell I can't be reborn

Momma didn't raise a dumb nigga
Imma leave it like that
If I get too deep you'll be six feet away from the facts
And I'm just tryna entertain you
You can riddle the gaps
I'm not your average murfucker mane I told u ion cap

When I was trappin in the rain
2018 was the start
Now m takings risks to prosper steady fucking with them cats
It's all bits and pieces
Tough lessons and long blessings
Embrace 'em wit my arms wide open like imma reverend

I thoughts flowing like the river
The bottle just hit my liver
I only giving the basis of living and going crazy
My swagger be like embrace it
Bloody you can't erase it
I started below the basement with something better than basic

Blindfolded by nothing
From siting crawling to walking
Momma told me go get it and make sure we never lacking
Sorry I'm not just rapping
I'm outchea painting a portrait
Story that's worthy a milli
I'll spit em out ina zillion ways

We
Used to be like eight up in the bedroom
Know that we don't fit there
The floor is what we lie on to make it to the daylight
Mom wor always grinding
The darkness I was absorbing
I quickly started evolving
From cursing fucking to puffing

Stealing out my ma purse
Tryna pay for studio time
Know that ain't a blessing but I know it's not a curse either
Cuz I been out here fucking mics up like a ghostwriter
Had to raise the bar by writing verses in tha holy bible

Stomach big and empty
F**k it imma soul survivor
Starting flipping with niggas
Selling I can't tell ya
Momma didn't like a blazer
So I had to blind her
Caught up in my own ways
I grew without a father figure

Life issa bitch so when we fucked
I couldn't use a rubber
Luh my brothers but I feel like I don't trust another
Maybe I'm paranoid
I gatto put my life together
Diary of a hustler and I'm sick and tired of bread and butter

From the place where people hate you and they claim they luh ya
We had to move like it's the desert sipping dirty water
Hotline blinging
Said the cop just got your brother
Pick your poison place your order

I what this shid my nigga ion think I'm looking back
I'm tryna press forward till the buttons f**kin crack
Price on my head the devil tryna pick it up
But I'm the mixture of the crack you're tryna stack that's not enough

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