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eat or sleep
Knowing what is coming, it's been torturin' me
Every day and every night
Every moment passing by
Girl their ain't a single second
Where

Out in Mexico
Had to catch a ride on the east coast Just to make my mama cry
No, livin' lies, I'm livin' live
Twelve o'clock in New York, we high 2 AM

New 23, went LeBron on the clip, call my brother, Shemar, live his life in
The feild When I talk to the doctor, I say how I feel
I can't lie bout

Hi,
Dear mom and dad
Dear friends of mine
The few that I've ever had
I swear, I've tried everything
Can't stand when these thoughts
Are back
(cant do

guess you're right
It's different on an island believe me
Many pros and cons, really depends on how you see it
At my age my dad already had me
Tryna make

die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain

Ayo, my life's tearin'
Cut into two pieces for five years and it's been been

My therapist said my trauma is valid.
Even though I don’t talk about my stepdad being an addict. 
And bumping into my real dad by accident

fight
Coz we live to go by
Meny'ibyawe
Nanjye meny'ibyanjye
I don't wanna flex
I don't wanna fight
I don't want nobody killing my vibe
I don't want nobody

emptiness haunts me
In every form
You were my light
My every good night
My every good morning
And every goodbye
But now it's just sad
I lost what I had
Now

school is what they told us
Meanwhile our dad weren't around

So we listened to a couple olders 
Now we older
Sorry dog can't carry you cos I got the Louis

the past 
Bond has never been strong between me and my dad 
But why'd it had to take a tragedy for us to be a family again 
And as I struggle with that

This is dedicated to the women that I love in my life. Those beautiful ladies who showed me the light. Avoid of men so they all had to fight to raise

From my good days to bad
And my dead beat dad
Family separating on me
But I stayed on track
Therapeutical uh
My story been a musical
People do me wrong

sorta like
My hoodrat ting hates my main hoe
Police hate me same way I
Gotta lay low had me
In the station I ain't talking
Where the trains go
Everything

spend they pocketbook
From the O-town
Where I grew up 'round a lotta crooks
Shit, my dad sold enough cocaine
To make him shook and my big sis had enough

with my dad, it’s real shit
Used to bout throw them hands, real quick
Never used to understand what i did
Never used to understand how i live
Now that

an Islamic accent
Who's home life after that
Drone strike had him
Wanting to be haunting where his dad went
I want to get them spazzing
Off this shit that I

it's been like four months
Guess my dad has a certain way with pounding lessons
Through my head until he thinks I've had enough
I'm the bad kid in any

on the porch
Got placed in the morgue
Whats love
Wussup
Give it to the ladies in the club
I left out the back throwing up
Had stacks full of ones niggas don't

those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad

Came out the womb and it was doom
G, man had plastic, I never had no silver spoon
Poor ting pickney, every day we made do
God bless my mum, she

so left alone
taken advantage by the ones you love

have you had enough
are you fucking up?
can’t you see it’s wrong

how much pressure can you take?

Mismosh

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red

I
Could turn in circles
Spins around the fire burning
We're searching for higher learning)
Distracted by higher earning
Yearning for more than what's