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heart went up so fuckin happy when i found out the news
A couple weeks go by heart sinkin when i found out the truth
I didn’t ever wanna hurt her so i jus

crazy to see how the time flies
Put your hands up and no drive-bys
The sky is limit so I'm tryna fly
I'm the who, what, and where do not ask why
Miss my

almost relapsed, all thay keep on talkin' 'bout lean
I can't do it

Not a day go by I don't be in the studio
Told this bitch I love her off shots

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

don't worry about it
Everything else you played sounded amazing"
So anyhow, I came home and I turned on the news
Angry as I always get when these

by the way I'm living
My relationship with love is really inconsistent
Cause I treat it like a high and then it gets addictive
You won't appreciate

Yeah, ya know, sometimes its kind of confusing to me,
All these people sitting on their high horses, 
Looking down on us for smoking a plant

you know I like them bands
Dead prez thumbing straight in through my hands
Broke niggas will never understand
They hatin' on me while i'm flexin

one's broken, stony, & disturbing
He has gifted hands like Ben Carson, & will be your Cardiac Surgeon
To perform transplants & give a new heart in open

to self reliance, so when it gets hard I just start praying
I don't even fold my hands
I just cross my chest and start the day by sparking a half 8th in

While you was busy tryin' to fit in
All for that news van clout
I was tryin to stand out 
Takin' unplanned routes 
Never had my hands out 
Work

cold
I'd do what I thought the world would want from me
I'd smile and wave and be what I was told

But as time meandered slowly by, it all began

inside the studio
No time for these hoe nah but she keep trying to prove me wrong
Bitch I'm in my zone stay on my game like I'm yu-gi-oh
Bankset take it

Written By: Derrick Wyatt


With these flows ima run the world like the mayans
Put me in the league like i’m playing for the giants
Wouldn’t be me

Grew up in a hood, it was a food fight, they let the corn fly
Lone wolf never be a sheep I'm not a shaun guy
Put on earth and protected by gods eye

make ya favorite rapper change verses
I'm not the type that'll change versions
Cuz I always been the same version
Took em to church all these years

got blood all on my hands
Like what the fuck?!
Like stop giving me these chances
Are you in or not?
Are you in or not?
Now listen up
This the last

(fresh out the bank)
New shit, fresh out the shop
I gotta give what I got
Gotta get it, I'm a boss
In the studio, I won't answer my phone
Fresh off

quotations, written in pencil with a jerky hand.
New Older smiled, his eyes misty, ‘Would you like to learn what he shared with me?’
New Younger nodded like

hand who will be there when i win

Yeah i been putting in that work
Cousin My music A1
See I'm steady winning only hatters wanna say some 
You got

Start foaming at the mouth like 'what
The hell am I on?' this that DJ Hoppa
Jarren's the new teeny bopper
Face fucking bitches
Nice guy wipe the semen off

Poo Poo,
Wyd?
I'm in the studio,
Look
Everything I speak about, I start achieving
Life gave me lemons, made it flip and just started squeezing
I

shades to my eyes and aluminate my high
In the studio making hit
Cause i'm making these beats and writing these songs
And i'm putting them out so i'm

broke, I know you boys know the feeling
Now what would you do, you had your hands on a million
It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Class
By the time you

hands on a million
It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Class
By the time you bought a house, you back on your ass
I'm on some Bill Gates shit, some