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Wake up tiring streetlights blinding
Reading your words as they turn me to stone
Sat by my bed and I'm waiting for the phone
So many tings got your boy

shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got

around
From all the people that come and go that live outside this place
Remember how she knew to imply
She'll be the one to stand by your side
The way she

his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause

tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

in your mind
By thoughts and stress around you
This song
This album proves that you can get through it
You can Find yourself
Yeah in my mind i feel all

or
Suffocating loss of oxygen to your brain
Is it the people u have in your heart
The ones closest by your side when your soul departs
Its just a question that

Yonny

Yeen da only from da slums
Ask the streets I get it done
Young n**** hit you up like Barry Bonds
If you steal a home plate then yo tables gone turn

While in the penitentiary
She sittin' at home on house arrest
Like "boy don't forget to mention me"
I bounced back smarter
Bounced back stronger
When I

out my chest for you poundin' just like a hammer
I hope you feel the love that I’m puttin' in every stanza
When you hold me I feel like I found a home

barely see?
Knowing damn well you made it through because of me?
I let you travel home safe to your family
Unscathed, and now it's time to speak candidly

Running in the wrong direction like I’m JR Smith playing hoops
I thought my plan would work but now I need to face the truth, yeah
Life wasn’t fair to you

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
Something 'bout it felt like home somehow, and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house

the place where I reside
Mmm man
Mmm man
You're good
Mmm man
Listen, I probably should lower the volume
The home studio my brother put up isn't sound proof

much shit
I been through so much 
I been through so much shit

Juugin bendin corners can't get caught I'm out the trap
I'll get this money by my lonely

I'm a fucking summer boy you know
Turn it up a couple of degrees and some more
I want some platinum plaques at my home
I want a couple millions of my

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

Show Me

Beckah Shae

Destiny

2011

what I'm doin'
Consuming what I'm consuming

All the fishies swimming in the same direction
All swallowin', followin', with no hesitation.
Buyin'

AN OFF SEASON SUMMER
AND I DONT MEAN AN ALBUM BY J COLE
ITS OBVIOUS THAT YALL Achilles heel AINT JUST UNDER THE ANKLE
I STEPPED INTO MY GREATNESS
IT MADE

resentment
In the end paralyzed by the venom
It’s just what I expected yeah cuz nothin ever given
It’s tryna make a livin
It’s stay afloat swimmin
I stay

with myself I felt my only move was to vent
Thank God that I did, it's all in the script,
To take a boy with no direction give him space and intent
Good

Lewinsky bitch I need a handy
Brandish knives and shit take medicine like candy
My old man sold trailer homes to trailer parks shoutout randy
My uncle randy

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B