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you're good with computers
If you're good at basic mathematics
If you're good at writing
If you're good at speaking
And if you like reading

You're set for

What's the standard
His standard's the only one that matters
8th grade reading level
That's why they're all batting average
I'm hella loyal
I've had

(Yeah!)
Still got my ambition, it hasn't diminished, i'm driven by my intuition
Speaking my wishes, into existence, promise you we 'gon get out

woogie
I'm speaking straight out the soul in torn jeans and hoodies
The winter wind blows something bitter sweet
The sky is grey, dripping snow crunching

the back
4 Friends deep 5 bucks for a tab
6 for the chemistry 7 in the lab
Ate a few hits and I jump on the track times
2 for the kids who were gonna do

Battling depression and addiction show the fight in us
I'm writing all these songs, hope one day my life can brighten up
Making music for a passion can be

I was making beats
In study hall I was writing rhymes
Teacher told me it was school or die
So I'm in heaven wit a study guide
My Pops told me I would

of rhythmic speaking
And thus I beyond the subjectivity of me just not enjoying rap all that much 
What I've said before is it's not music 

This is not music

out with punchlines and leave ya unconscious
From a superhero nerd once reading the comics
To rapping on the mic and speaking Ebonics
I could wild

I speak it's the real me
Trying to find some meaning
Writing down the words that I'm seeing
So I save my voice
Been a couple years I realized
Addicted

black and white
Get it? Black and white?? Skip it, lemme get back to writing 
And by back to writing I don't mean writing songs, I mean writing wrongs

of rhythmic speaking
And thus I beyond the subjectivity of me just not enjoying rap all that much
What I've said before is it's not music
This is not music
It’s

speaking to the youth Been
Sober for years but if you saw me in the lab you'd think I still get high the way 
I'm tweekin in the booth
I said the roof

when I'm smoking weed,
Still I smoke though you know I'm down to smoke a tree,
Got me thinking now I'm talking more openly
And writing all my thoughts in

understand
Come and talk to me mane
I need the studio
Gotta get into the the Lab
Spit the words I got man 
Spit the thoughts I have
I could spit every day

eyes and ears bleeding
I'm writing these lyrics and hate what I'm reading
I'm writing these lyrics and hate what I'm reading
This shit be so wicked I

I'm writing all the texts and
Y'all just reading the chapters
Everybody wants to be the man
But fumbles when it matters
I see my music as art
And every

passion
The rats broke out the lab

I need the lab for elaborate
Type of schemes and schematics
If you a fan that's fantastic
Dreams often too average
Memes

hard work is a habit of time
And speaking in third person is a habit of mine
Out the notebook
I'm just, through the, through the pages of my notebook

sitting in my room, pen and pad writing

I know, you know
What should be said
You go so low
Still seeing red
No tomorrow
No ammo
Wells Fargo
Going hallow

Yeah
I might smash out for no reason
She been flicking up she teasing
OG kush is what I'm breathing
Money what we speaking
Hadda change locations by

speaking Japanese 



Got me going on dis bitch man she ain’t know about my Ki ‘s



I been hitting all these moves not in the book 



Really got em shook

recovery even more
 
Oh, you're writing
Just a letter
Want a brandy?
I've already had four
And it's going alright
We are speaking softly
I'll pour one for me

where your place is (Oh)
Y’all wait on the flop I'm just holding pocket aces (Ayy)
Say we used to talk, but we on different language (Haa)
Some speaking