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(Don't matter to me if you feel it)
But I won't be dying having put out none
(Have to put out one)

Rob them for their bottom dollars
Load it up
Cock it

still a long way to go
You've digged so deeply in my Heart and soul for me to try to let go
But I want to do so much more than my album
Another day has

forever since I felt the way she made me feel

I wear my heart on my sleeve

Feels like forever since I've opened up to something real

How did you make me

moving up 3rd
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
Like the first time wifey let
You taste the snatch

entitled, "will nobody sign me?!"\\

shut the fuck up, your entitled to none\\
whatever you do, has most likely been done\\
you can say I feel the same, but

in a new phase
I tend to kick rhymes durin' school days
Why you complainin' about my album
When you paid?
I can make some music in a Tesla
You can't

Surprised you with album and I love the way you react
Much love to my people that always be giving feedback
It's just the start beats I'm cooking up from

on my songs was the way to cope 
I feel ashamed that was shit that I even wrote 
I could've made it such a fucking bop you don't even know 
But imma press

Villain he showed me the way.
I remember when I was little
I would asks you all these questions
Like why is the sky blue
Why are people black and white

and
Fuck your bitch like Rey
Then I'm gone, I do the dash and make my way towards the pay
I feel like Future
Feel like Mike
Feel like Andre 3k
Feel like Big

All in a Day

Little Brother

May the Lord Watch

2019

a different swag
My definition of freedom is real tight
You ask me what I'm doin' tomorrow, my only response is "Whatever the fuck I feel like"
Made 40

helium

You mine for this evening

Hit her in front of the mirror

(She so conceited)

Play in her river I feel like I'm Michael Phelps

And I got that

it
Shoot my shot I hit it
Yeah
Don't you feel the energy
Turn a hobby to a skill now I get paid to kill a beat
Oh now I walk across the bars
Man y'all

your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in

them asleep
You do what your label says
I'm in the driver's seat
And I be driving down the street
Rapping over beats 
That's produced by me
My girl said

need to count
If you not gon' pay, nigga, get the fuck out
Sorry bitch, you don't deserve a discount
Don't care what you say
If it don't involve me

Yeah man, it's not like that anymore
Kind of feel, kind of feelin like damn
When they used to say they don't make music like they used to
(The way it

Hey
I was just calling (Sad3by) to say that
It has nothing to do with you
You didn't change
It was me
I changed
There was nothing you could've done

artists
All everyone of us
That's why you won't find me waiting
For my own powderpuff
Apply myself to my make up
When I don't find a brush
Then tip toe

You feel me 
I hate it, its absurd
The bull in the Dirt
Then I wrote to the verse took Control of my world
Every Single Day, I don't want to Hold back

you'll need them all for me
And for what it's worth, ain't no affording me
Look champ, get a drink in your system, try to Nore me
Just know I seen it all

to cash a check in
And though the money flow in you still feel empty handed
Cuz the only way they know your name is someone else's blessings
But I got

His first album, ‘Delicate Daydream’. Have a great time!

Your voice is killing me
Every people like your everything
I feel so jealousy 
They might have

me cry
Gotta do this for my baby I know I sound like a broken record
"Focus on Me" was just the start and now you know me better
Sealed my fate at 2