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the people listen for the new music from Kle 
Ya’ll the ones that keep me writing without you there’s no me. 
In the future I hope there’s more songs for me

they know the discretion between what is and what isn't a micro aggression
When you call me by another name
When you teach me for a whole semester then

his helmet 
We willing to die for respect we all just can not help it 
Broski was there when this shit happened and he said he nearly felt it
It pray

one notice
I carry heavy burdens
You can see by my shoulders
The loved ones that I have
Yo I wanna be closer
That's difficult for me
It be making me

their mouth defective
It's just so damn effortless
Most can't mess with this
Slow jam written by a vocab specialist
Was off for a bit but now I'm back in

cool with all of them G's
But no time for hangin' on strip and cooling
More time I'm focused on the music
The mandem support me when I do this
But I've

The raw brain remain long reign
This is possible, I know and
Charge like a rhino, bro
I gotta let this music go
For the maestro climbs higher heights, yo

the album's shit, and I poured my whole heart out for nothing
Music, film, and writing, damn I've cast a wide net
Looking for that one thing, but hasn't arrived

to marry you.

Exit music

hit her up
Dip out for a minute, inna month, no one'll give a fuck
Gotta make a Uie, missed the exit, it just passed my right
But soon as i do it boys

trying to be a dad
But this music gets the family time that ain't getting back 
On this road knowing my exit for greatness is coming
Racing in case they

you never to high 
For me to get pissed and you tossed 

Whoa, a monster who trapped out side of the box 
c cage in the mind created by lies 

When one

City Boy Music
King of the Backyard Swing
Let's go out to all my
Bumble Booty Babies

Aw yeah
Hey ladies
If this your first time in this type of club

I've been, lost in my ways
Mind in a daze
Going MIA, probably been missing for days
Feeling like I should've been hopped on a plane
Phone silent, no

the flesh
Too hard for music, i rap like I'm obsessed
With being a nuisance
I loosened, i was too stressed
I wondered why god sent me here then i felt blessed

observant
I’m even slicker in person
My Insta' is purposely for the music
So don’t be influenced by shit that you think that I’m doing
That’s not what I’m

her sick
By the by she forced it down, afraid to fit but frames it satiric
She jokes at every turn, pretends it's real, turn back and scratch the itch

had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's

Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio

I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is

childhood heaven, not so cheery of me
All I know is I can't let go
Of my unsung hometown hero
What's caught up in August, have you forgotten?
By now,

The grand centerpiece was a gold green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil-painted pictures of the man
First of all, a film to explain his life-long

the music became by us
The situation required the almighty formula
So I’m mixing numbers with letters now it’s looking like algebra
Do the maths I got it

swallowed up by fate e spit me up for this place
So now I’ve realized I have to run and finish this race
I ain’t giving up mehn I’ma do whatever it takes
Pick

in excellent grammar
Despite being underground exclusive
And the sum total is music for the wounded
This is for the humans, fobs, outcasts, and the new