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I don need help, made by myself
Shorty want shoes that are not for resale (uh-huh) 
Handbag Chanel, used as a spell (spell) 
Dior savage girl u know

and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no

and every country gonna hear me yes or not
Ready or not, here comes an album gonna drop it you like it or nah
Overwhelmed for school and this career shit but

this goat talk like I ain't picking my foes off
One by one, just making sure I don't go soft
Smoke the best weed, always blowing an O off
And bars is

losing, Mojojojo.
Now these niggas real red in the face,
Them niggas bozos.
Got these bitches by they weave,
Yeah I’m draggin, no Komodo.
The obsession be

the gutters, I’m walking right in the boulevard, I still Dey shock em I’m pulling strings like a new guitar
Yeah!!!!!


I came in heavenly, all by myself I put

toe
Pick a side you either friend or Foe
Don't judge me by the shoes I Fill
Rather by the distance I walked
I walked the beat as I walk on Air
Gain

could Nigga 
But everybody shares the judgement's
Opinions and pre discretion 
The blunt will numb the pain 
And the fear shadowed by Aggression
Music

on your boots
Baby I know you can give me
When I'm in the mood

Imma turn the page
A journey though our age
You right there by my side cuz
I know you ain't

Ladies and gentleman 
Run this system
(Turn it up) 
This is a journey
Into sound

You know I like to 
Do what I do 
When I like to do it 
Make

down

Catharsis
The target is
Purging all memories undeserving of energy
On this journey to become
I won't be held back by mistakes made or pain I've

president
Buy low and sell high, buy blow and sell high
Life is like The Wire and B-E-L-L-Y
Foes plottin' my demise, try to catch me by surprise
Got a wicked

don’t fall into da trap 

Trust yo instincts dats yo internal map 

Dey like da real is back da real ain’t neva left

People more impressed by fake

laid
No butler when I say I’m tryna get maid
I’m haunted by my shadow I’m tryna get shade
Gav said I need to let my anxiety out 
And after hearing this I

legs give up

Poppin 4 beans like edemami
Mo money for the melancholy
Gon forget it by tomorrow prolly
Im gonna write my own story
I Dont fit into any

Cant judge a book by it’s Surface ! Hmmm
Me know what I am living for and me nah sell me soul pon the journey ! LORD shine yuh light up on me Everyday me

time and existence.

The story I am about to tell you, is about two troubadours, who love Persia and have gone on a journey in search of the Jâme-Jam,

cssimilating all that we have seen and all we have touched
It's the Warriors journey so in God we Trust
cs we push past the extreme to redeem and breath the code

tearing it
They say you gotta love the game
That's why I married it
But by seventeen, divorced the dream and buried it
Six feet underneath my skin, I was

and made you enter the ship,
The journey was long and many died on the trip.
Children were lost and the women were raped,
Even men were violated as they met

of sciences, syringes filled 
Made miracle meals on evil appliances 
What adds up to freedom 
Measured by lives 
Mine for instance 

When yal was wishin' I was

on the parchment
Gripped by the sweaty palms of a prophet
I can see the chakras and the sutras
My life is clothed in a spiritual cloth
I dice cloves in my ritual

With no clue that I was saved
By His one and only begotten
Now it's no signs of stopping
Mannn we just getting it popping
It feels so good sorta like

I see you creeping on mine
And by that you're stepping
Over the line
It's the best era to be alive
But we living in dark times
So I wanna wish good