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24th August 1940 squadron 303 
Scrambles for the first time and they're hungry for a victory
RAF fighter command reluctant but their desperate
They

over little tweaks nobody gon' notice but me
Just to put an album out and nobody notice but me
I ain't even been posting these days cause why

When you

for long
Yeah
When you’re 21 you’ll contemplate suicide
But between u and I it wasn’t the first time
You’ll drop an album, an EP, another sh*tty album

to improve
But fuck gaslighting my perspective don't need proved 
I was groomed by real niggas 
Who just stood on they two 
And walked right
Made the wrong way

the showing
But my homie still living again
Blood flow had his clothes looking the Street Fighter Ken
But anyway we fuck niggas women
Any pussy I know we within

I'm on your block but bitch I'm never gonna rep no gang
Because I made my spot I am my boss you better respect my name
All you know when the album drop

Do you remember walking to the water? Surrounded by empty summer homes
Some awful nu-metal album, blasting out of broken headphones
We'd wind up back

you
Calling your mom
Like baby
What can I get you
And I admit too
I was scared
Everyday wondering
If we were prepared
But now you're here
And ain't no

and y'all ain't sold shit
But I'm on the wrong path and you're not, right? (whoa!)
I won't make my family weep
All these haters really feeling like some

the trenches, life is a cunt but we're fighters
Enter the dungeon and rush the defenses
And exit alive, are we crushed by the crisis?

Nah...
We are all fucked up

on the ground but
I'm above shit
Cloud 9
Cloud 8
Straight nug shit

Cuz this whole album nigga
I was playing catch up
In school
These niggas thought I was foo
But

the album's dropping soon, when they want features on their tunes
I'm the one they're thinking of, yeah I'm the one they're thinking of
Maybe it's cause I'm

end up in dust
You gon' end up in smoke
Choke, don't get too close
We don't abide by the laws
We hellhounds bitch we takin' your souls
She got high

no sobriety when slaps and words are getting drawn
Spitten on by your kin who gives the chair you're sitting on
But I've written strong words just

letter's not enough so you decide to make an album for that person
Love is the willingness to get absolutely crushed by them and being so open 
But you leap

I wreck it all and more

I'm afraid of everybody but I'm always reaching out, I hope that
Someone takes the album, and they play it hella loud, real

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys

conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless

glad that God saves
Not because I'm good
But by the grace of YHWH
Who waters the seed
And Christ decreed
Whom the Son sets free
Shall be free indeed

too saying goodbye

I remember her bouncing curls
Anxious but full of joy
Taking the bus all by herself
First day of junior high

Bye, bye my little

An now you’re slowly bleeding until your heart just stops beating
Zombies all surround you an I don’t know how but they found you
You try to stay alive you

been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul

talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're

prolly plot an attack
Follow your dreams they talk like you have it wrong
They want to go to a house
I want to go home
No chances blown
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