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is what I'm like
Got my family questioning, what I'm doing with my life
I'm pursuing my potential, my potential to make music
I'm afraid of growing up

up
Then i re-up
Drinking water
Pass me the juice
In album mode I turn to a recluse
Bein in the booth just gives me a boost
Waking up it's just another

a ghost writing
Tension goes up, I'm always saying it's our last session
We're playing this by playin' me
People hate me, people hate me
Longer problem,

I'd just write the lyrics, let the real performers do their thing
Until I shot my shot with 40, that I hit up on IG
Left on read, but I understand
Fuck

on the circuit
Took a ride on a detour
To tie up any loose wires, inspired to work
By the words of those sayings I lost my nerve
So if you wonder why this music

overlooked you’re tripping on some shrooms, lad
(Hey Riinya) what’s that? (Lock and Load) that’s right
Your career’s up in smoke like a crack pipe
Give me time

mind
You been through some trauma
I know that you hurt
Don't nobody hate for no reason to jerk
It's time that you open up with some new goals
It's gonna

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

younger 
Now you should grow up, Relax
Just stay focused on the money 
That you're making when you rap
You wont like what i'm saying 
But i'm keeping you

album
Hope you all enjoyed it, now it's all done
Finish up, sorry to the people that I've hurt
But I don't care if you all hate me cause you're no longer

on collision
I don't fly by it, I abide by it
If I'm not top five, I'ma die tryin
I'ma highlight and then fight the climate
Lift up the sun, it's risen, bitch

just fine in case you're mistaken
But if I don't like that, I don't like that
Grew up on big yout and Gregory Isaacs
No suprise that, revolution on my

up McChickens, don't need you to press it
Time is pressing, Tryna follow when we leave, don't try and guess it
It be best if you concede, bro please

flaw, how are bitches callin' me a clown
When you're the one with five pounds of fuckin' make up on
But I ain't playin' soft, y'all the ones who paints

and adapt
An icon with the wolves
But im verily Emery everly steady to raise the canon
And put Torriera on the pitch you play
Jam em jam em! pick up a piano

mow towns like Donna Summers
Hitting bats like home runners
Album never doing old numbers
Now it's straight to the top, pick up the crop
Deformed

I'm goin to the top
Yeah you're album was a flop
But mine will be on top
I got my squad
Yeah we ballin
Hittin shots from downtown
If you think I'm

pucker up and kiss the fishbowl 
 
VII is my name 
I came to lyrically obliterate 
Any competitors coming to get me, they're gonna be slayed 
They never do

Whoah, yea, ooh

Man a blow up da place no be play play
Faya dey burn inside me omo mi o sere
Unu fi give me all yeah
Babylon die and then burn again

Let's talk about work ethic, Not mine specifically but how it gets measured
Not by a ruler or a graph, But by your effort
Playing life like a game

In 2018, The New Yorker Magazine coined me, The Queen of Christmas. It's a title that has stuck with me ever since. Up until that point, I had

crowns on our heads
It's not about the dollar bills, no, I'll be just fine
I just want my respect and what's mine
It's not about you bowing down
We're all

them up until the death of us dude
Praise to those who paved the way, just out here paying out dues
Chasing goals not golden chains, never played by

What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and