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Toppingshaw but you can't
Fit in a spaceship

Yeah yeah, she so amazing
Gave me a grade 6 in my last assessment
Yeah yeah, she so amazing
Gave me a grade 6 in

it wasn't lively, different type of shining (Shining)
Went insane from chillin', now I'm strugglin' to clear out (Out)
It's all in the writing, kept

to write to the sight to do
Only thing I liked to do, besides rolling up and writing too
I'm rightfully rude
I'm trying to be the boldest one
If you hold

It's not an accurate assessment of my character 
It's just the current mood of all of my accomplices 
You wonder why we strive to do dope with our idols

a lifetime
I choose to use mine making beats and writing rhymes
I have daddy issues when it comes to father time
So if I die in my years that's formative
I

Now, HOLD UP, is he performance-enhanced?
Forming his plans, stand in a formative stance
Bring up the hands, let's test my wing span
Oh, Aye man,

rested felt an assessment hell in a cell and I'll melt in my section
Can't tell if it's love and affection or other things mumbling up in my head again

have fun
I just wanna be Done
Put your hair up in a bun
Lil mama drippity drop
Me and mine going to the top
First time writing this down
I knew it was

Yea, momma momma yuh aye
Momma, momma! Yuh aye
Momma, momma
(Alright one)

Hey Momma!
I've been writing these songs inside of my room
I'd love

need assessment
My heart I lent it
Now my safety off like a lethal weapon
I am the message
Tello surf the heaven
Then he bring me back like this ain’t

assessment
Thumbing through the money fingers blue
Ghouls and goblins guard my 10 and 2
Make you famous put you on the news
You know shit that really helps

to process the referral
So they asked that I reach out to complete a brief mental health screen
And try and schedule a diagnostic assessment for you
Do you

signing
They tried with writing
Then realized
A need to resign quick
Enemies bearing venom
And then
They revise their sentence
Tryna high five or welcome

the deathbed
Don't want mom seeing I'm decrepit
Though my pops keeps finding debits
Though it's costly, I'm invested
In this hobby, writing records
Chemical

even God's against me with my resentment
I'm having difficulties with this assessment Mixed between cursed and blessings
Life can be so difficult It's so

I just try to dance through the winter storm
I lay back on my desk and I return to form Don't even understand what I'm writing for
I used to get