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yo! don’t get too easily familiar 
If you pushing up Daisy’s sure enough it’s gonna kill ya 
So chill cause if you go & act crazy 
The easily familiar

the nice flows
Give them whatever I got
Kill them with every shot
When I pen shit
I don't think when I ever wanna end it
Never will stop
Unless I drop
Got!

of an ecstatic
I ain't laughing
But these demons just keep bragging
Keep clashing
Everyday its the same hassle
But every night they yelling in my ear the same

to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you

is the start
Mom nah my mom trust my mom
So where do we go when we die
So where do you see yourself in ten years
My number one goal is
I just wanna see

left me scarred
Every obstacle I face, it makes me stronger
Pushing through the pain, can't wait no longer
My pain runs deep, buried in my soul
But I

humane
And you will see light leads the way
Keep on running from the hard times
Let them vanish in your wake
Keep pushing onward , there´s a way out
You

No I cannot give up forging onward know this shit get harder
Seeing as a nigga you either trapped up in a trap or die a martyr
I handle this burden

every minute
No they're wasting me instead
I regret a future that hasn't happened yet

I'm hitting that jackrabbit on my mongoose
I'm pushing back

Gotta keep it all moving
Upward onward and forward
Toward my goal prize I've got my
Eyes on as I struggle
I'm overcoming every tribulation
Trial

me
A neighborhood that kills
Man it really kills me but whatever don't kills me really heals me
Do you feel me?
Like do you understand
That I've been

family, I been missing calls
Repetition for a Grammy, that's a jamboree I'd kill to palm
Could teach a lesson about a lot, all I got is original
People

on me get it with me
If a nigga coming for me
No hard feelings
Panic button pushing
Bitcoin stealing
Fake life you living
You kill a soul you got no soul

the stu, writin' shit every night
Don't even feel like I did nothin'
Still in the hood, I'm supposed to be livin' my life
Feel like I gotta go kill sum'

can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it

whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I

whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I

forget bout my partnas
Never forgot bout my mom she stuck with me through the drama
God I know bad karma
I done did so much wrong i can’t say it in a song

your dad don't get the law involved
I called your phone and on my mom, you declined every call
I'm hurt, what was that all for
Miss my brother, oh my

with double taps
Them niggas took him off the map
Them niggas smoking on his pack
Left his son without his pop
Baby mom pick up where he lack
He was so

you been)
(How you been Uh)
I am the best and I swear there's no stoppin' me
Every time we argue I am so "wrong"
Why the fuck you think I'm making this

This world is insane
Make you feel obsessed
With the idea of success
Wasted life as a blessing
Living this life like a fantasy
Enjoying every part

on the edge like when my
Barber be lining me up
Never pledge allegiance
My mom must've done bred a demon
My pop must've done shot
Bullets instead a semen
I led

and every life
Lost to them's a solar flare to end trails
I remember years ago, I was back then twelve
People skiing down bunny slopes
Had to inhale, Wait