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These fake people, they ain't worth my time
I'm in it for the long haul, gotta climb
I'd rather have a real one by my side
Someone who's got my back,

tired
By the time you was thirteen
I had hurt dreams
I use to skip over my pain
Like at least my momma
Not a fiend
But I lost my dad when I was five

the page
(Yeah)
People judge me by my age
(Yeah)
Get the fuck up out my way
(Yeah)
I'm just tryna go get paid
(Yeah)
So I'm steady rapping and writing
I

by the future
I love his heritage
He is wise enough to know himself and judge accordantly
A wise mind know his body
But Tut is flawed
How he gon reply

to not get bothered by the small stuff
Ignorant enough to not yet correct all my wrongs but
Who's got time for that
When you too busy enjoying the time

wait for handouts
That's the difference of men (Shh)
I ain't bothered by the comments
I don't think it's my skin
(See, I'm good, nigga)
If it's an issue,

thought I’d never see the day
It flew so free up in the clouds
Way too long I needed saving now I got it
And I get it and I’m on it
And I’m with it
But I

skin
X'd out Malcolm Little then left
Him left Detroit Red
Marked in a mausoleum for leadin' the mislead
This for the crackers that thinkin'
They are

Jose the Plug yeah
Out the mud
Mud (Did this shit by myself, nigga) , yeah

My mama said no matter what
Never trust a soul (yeah)
My daddy told me

count not
The shit you'd be bragging about

What in the fuck is that going to tell me?
Running the process again
Abscess of rot in the skin fuck
Starting

that can't be taught
Depraved of the Lord now I'm saved I thank Him for it
Purchased by his blood was broken couldn't afford it
Sin will cripple lives

that i end up a fuck up
I tried the best just to change from my ways
I'm tryna see all them niggas get bun up
I bleed that rose so i'd kill about it

Basically, you bout to get what you need
As we about to proceed
You take the D
I'm gonna eat you to pieces
You gon' be calling for Jesus
Wait a minute, I don't

THE STORAGE ROOM
TEACH YOU HOW NOT TO JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER

SWEETNESS PROVIDER YOUR CANDYMAN

YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A BOYFRIEND AT HOME AND HE'S WAITING

Avoid distractions so I decide what gets reactions, I.
make money more than one way but none lead to investments just.
Tell 'em I'm Broke By Monday

Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

time to glow
What time it is? It's time to glow

By my lonely, not at all
Call on Ethan, just one call
Got my back against the wall
Everyday we feel no

And let him be the judge, cause I'm not
Bitch I ain't lucky, I'm hot
Fuck with this side cause we runnin it up
I know you niggas don't like me
I know why

do not judge, I was a sinner
I'm so determined I put the D in deliver
I'm so generous I put the G inside the giver
Teenage mutant ninja prick, I call

When you always get in my way
Your defiant adherence denies your chance
I'm enveloped by a wall of shame
I'd rather conceal my power
Than try to hide
But

can feel them Jell-O shots bouncing round in my skeleton
And the money is like your girlie 'cause I can feel it come
I'm only playing but really I'd

don't know why it's never enough
Don't judge, a book by its cover
Cause you don't know what lies inside
We're all unique and you'd hate to miss out

We're

and they booming
Freestyle senile, die of old age
Judge a book by its cover, we ain't on the same page
Take a look, a star in combat like Johnny Cage
Fist

looking in, I'd be who vengeance finds
Purchase, purchase, purchase
Per chance, you are fucking stupid
I just let the beat build whatever is on blueprint