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e day i wake up, I’m always ready and willing Always focus on my grind And i hope you feel what i’m feeling

a smooth one in the Sydney West
I got twenty styles, yeah, they can attest
Oh, recipes, I told you (told you)
Got you feeling, rest in peace to the old

that I am
Not just living my best life for the gram
Beauty B-E double L-A
Imma show em’ that my grind really pay
Where my queens at, where the kings

You know me well enough
That when I get
Pushed imma hit them bars
But I found out that they fake
Like that Nicki Minajs arse
I spotted them out
Like

I wake up in the morning thank the lord am feeling right
The inspiration coming thank the lord am living right
Am moving higher everyday my timing

even gotta hide it man fuck it song
Who am I to judge if that's what you on
Stand strong stand on your beliefs if that's were you you belong

Feeling

are my groupies by the way ?
I'm such a player but I play a role
Become a rapper it's like a role model
Make a banger that's my own goal
the only

How you ate-bits of them and ripped them off
In other words: 8-bit"
But I merely improved on the model
To the point where the old that you knew are

it, I really do it
We're not comparable
That's style that you borrowed
Hard to swallow, not digestible
If we were to stand here side-by-side
We're not

you gonna do
Nine ten eleven twelve now i know What is the go i Got king hit by a guy That rooted this Ho even though
I'm out for the count I'm rhyming

We ain't have much better than you
I don't know, I just feel like when you died you never left
I'm so glad that you did leave something behind
You

feeling old like it's do or die 
Drunk or you're faded I'm stuck in the basement 
Done I'm reacting to past things that don't matter 
Make it more

awake but no point in leaving this damn room
Roll my head and I take a glance at my tattoo
But you ain't even live by that dog that was a bad move
Ya

gettin' mad cause I had F-I-R-E
Now I'm back on track cause that there wasn't for me
I rest my feet on for too long, just wait off and get a fix
My friends

the booth,
I take out the pain that’s within and tell it to that software
Civilised construction, cause all my songs are engineered by myself
They say they

Time is slowing down till the morning
Now I'm lost in sound
Don't you wonder how and where we're going
It's just one go round

I was drifting by

Influence from the roots
Never enough booze
A clever degenerate playing by his own rules
Cold cold news
Old man needs some old E to ammuse
His mind, in time

running down your peopls
And I don't bluff, I stand tough and roll deep
Blessed by the homie Big E, rest in peace
I keep the phone calling out
I got

Sonic from Seattle

I said in old songs, that thunder's what I pack
Saved my brother from the bell, got me feeling like Zack
Hating niggas aren't

inkani
My name carry weight abomrepha ngiyabasinda
Langidlule khona ku khala izinja ubusuku bonke
My love for the trigger got me feeling like a king

me
Same bitches I was there for giving me the cold shoulder
Was on my dick feeling sick now nobody don't know me
When I had it you had it I don't feel

sure you never noticed that you had any fleas
I said no, but then I found an old video
In which I noticed a flea on my eyelid
Shh

My class was going

of the thought that these niggaz all thought that by
Scening my flaws I'd be limited just like a company but I am
Focused, all that they saying its bogus
Evicted

sometimes that I can't even bust a nut with my own hand 
Do? Huh? You? What? 
Ever get the feeling that your life is a joke? and 
Do? Huh? You? What? 
Ever