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the old smoke
Try'na get a pote, but the store closed
I was fresh for a whole week
By the next week, wore the same clothes
Now I'm sitting in the front row

trapped by trap
Always run they trap, anything just to yap
They ain’t hand it to us, just bite the hands grouping us
Into one nice stereotype to devise they

a vision that I made it
Trade notes for the sense
Paid hope a little rent
Stayed cold but I penned 8 notes in the bed (Aye)
Not a lover, just a motherfucker,

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]

Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t

notices you
When you're average no one looks to you for anything
You escape by in life
Wouldn't it be easier just you escaped
And no one relied on you
I'm

Dope gettin sold
Gettin smoked
Kill a few niggas
Hope's on the rope for the dope
And the cool niggas
Most wanna boast
Hold toast
SHAQ a fool nigga

Old dealer
New dealer
Dope gettin sold
Gettin smoked
Kill a few niggas
Hope's on the rope for the dope
And the cool niggas
Most wanna boast
Hold toast

with the bud by my side
Getting high don't affect when the grind is applied (so)
Label me a criminal
Take it all literal for you it's now habitual
But

Yes, it's dark but you're not alone

(Rich Jones)
Watching the world pass by
My favorite pastime
I was going places once
I could show you how to run away

many bars will it take you for you to see
Maybe one day when my names on a eulogy
Everything complex gated communities
I came to vent on a few imposters

question
Henny, tequila to flex (okay)
Few shots of the Henny I'm tipsy, I'm shmizzy
This shit got me textin' my ex (goddamn)

Smacked by 10:45
Got

job, black eye peas ain't working it
Scratches on my forearms, bruises on my chest
By then a few knew, they all told me to confess
Driving

the rear
After the first few weeks i knew the end was near
But let a big fat bitch just grind my gears
She's a gold digger so yeah take me to court
For

you ready for
Cause when I was down only few was with me
Acting like a niggas rhymes was shitty
Now they see us out here getting litty
Qvest

(That’s my band…I own them…they love me!)

Make way for my plane
We’re winning the air
Make space for my name
Make way for my hair

Can you believe

multiples
King of the jungle I hope that you load a few
Cock it and think I'm approachable show
You what beef is the poachable potent to
Niggas ain't noticed

weakened by loved ones
Wishing my mama never found her husband
Wishing my dada never knew women or got to spouse one
Antinatalism eating up my existentialism

time to educate
Time to demonstrate
Don’t yearn for a higher life
Cause once you arrive
You’ll lose all sense of drive
Will you manage to survive
Live by

and opposites love to all tropical occupants
Toucans swallows and cranes
Herons cuckoos blue jays
A few smooth loons flew away
Red robin robbing the roosters

out these 12 ounce curls
Come catch a vibe vision real blurred

Yard that's filled with snakes so I'm chilling by the sand
Not a mask in sight here just

hear my vision
I've been reaching out a few times, hoping you listen
Only when I need you the most, instead of every minute
I need to look for you more,

a Dutch)
Hell nawl this ain't mid this runtz (Nah)
We eat you lil niggas for lunch 

The blunt that I'm gassin got me feeling weary 
She claim that she love

Tears of pain running down my scarred cheeks
Choking on the sobs, soaking all my bedsheets
Outnumbered by voices pushing this coward to flee
Fighting

deathly just praying I don't get picked
Small town big dreams few know how that feels
Author of my life directing shit keep this movie real
Addys getting me