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vocals, and subtracting the weak
No bachelor's degree
But I mastered vernacular speech////
I ain't the greatest but one day I might just actually be
My

like cigarettes and weed
Fuck a bitch who trifling on the whole team
Pdawg by my side making pretty bitches gleam
The fakest of the fools have release

Paul Klee Fig Tree Tapestry
I want a Paul Klee fig tree tapestry
To hang on the back door of my study
To help me work for my degree
But of this I

property

See me keep it real, show fake love, my grind ain't your property
Born to be a rapper fuck this job and my college degree
I am coming for their

Get Right

Kodie Shane

Back from the Future

2017

that's not for you that's for me
And I just find it weird that all these niggas aimin' at me
And I'm just aimin' to please (yeah)
I'm aimin' to please

fuck with them heavy cause' they some true believers 
Dropped out of school cause fuck a degree
I need 30 million by the time I'm 33
And that's facts,

is that you?
Mandem, is that you?

Dropped out of uni and spent
Your degree on an outfit
Better than me? Bro, I doubt it
Cookie on me, loud as hell

car or imma walk
beat on her walks
i don’t c a degree
i see b’s on a car
ain’t no way i could fall
i ain’t hearing none of the talk
and imma still fuck

damn night girl
Mix the chrome with the Louis V
Step and shoot that shit like it was a three

They only love you to a certain degree
And they only in it

Full Of Rage

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Nobody will survive it’ll be your last day alive

Nuff man get caught trapped, emotional still
I fuck how I feel, say what I mean
Sounds X Rated, seen

I need you bad, You make bad. Money
I need you bad,

for nun 

My big bro 

He go by los 

Go blow for nun 

Pull up smoking og

Out the roof 

I’m toatin sum “lego”

I don’t want that bih 

She stuck

the money
Kinda funny how you're treated when you make it out of nothing
All the pushing and the shoving and the bluffing is a farce
Fuck 'em all to death

degree in the street 
My words are hypnotic, my mind so erotic 
I can’t fucking stop it 
Never sell out for a profit 

I need you bad, Money, You make bad

I wicked what I could
Given the rain
There were 2 scrolls on the ground
Every car
That flies fickly by
Is a fuck of a powdered balloon
Made a fortune

Te regalo me dedo medio

By day workin' analytical chemistry
Mientra' getting' my masters degree
Come night, chase the music industry
No time for bull,

on for the town
Flood my neck I'm finna drown
F-Fuck a cap and a gown
No degree still made it out
Need the money not the clout
Found my way ain't need

loved by
Them lames
Some woman
Earn a University degree
And turn shifty
Remind me
Hoa flex of man
Fingers Sticky
But athcham
A different kind bwoy
Who

me 

Let me tell you what it feels like
cirtight in the night space 
Fuck up out my head space 
Running in place 
Endless race 
Enemy no face 
Locked

me 

Let me tell you what it feels like
cirtight in the night space 
Fuck up out my head space 
Running in place 
Endless race 
Enemy no face 
Locked

burns
It can go two ways, niggas get set up, by bitches everywhere they go
Or she could just hand you a bag of hot Funyuns  like nigga, huh, here you go

hudai iyo beef
Mess na me unageuzwa spliff
Tupwa chini toka cliff
Nmeshinda stu na shingo stiff
Ka unadai war ebu share iyo lo
Gain iyo traction 4 by 4
Ka

Perky activate, I booted in the first degree
Shawty 19 but she freak me like she 23
She turning up to my songs, that top figure melody
I really sick

I'm so indecisive, I don't know what to do
Should I follow my dreams, should I stay in
School And they said I need a backup plan, it Might
Not come