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day
but I don't know if I can be consistent.
(I'm never consistent)
It's hard for some reason
while I'm making music, to keep a journal.

(It's

that's no good, mean dashed dreams of Hollywood. Didn't know his daughter lying there, like her mama, bleached blond hair, od'ed, her face pale blue,

every Sunday,
But since I moved out my parents house,
I ain't gone one day,
I don't know why, I feel God is(?),
I know I'll see him soon,
Time's up when I

not the city or the players
Bruce Allen can kiss my ass is how I'm ending all my prayers 
I had 6 tackles in my last game, they cut me next
Yet

mowfucka, no love for them tricks 
Man, I'm a do my thang, Ed Murphy Boomerang
See this G swang and bang, Gallante the baller man
Flip the script, niggaz know

mowfucka, no love for them tricks 
Man, I'm a do my thang, Ed Murphy Boomerang
See this G swang and bang, Gallante the baller man
Flip the script, niggaz know

young And was always ready to back it up if you're
From where I was from
You learned this off top, I grew up without a pops
He got killed by crooked cops,

‘cause I ran out of fucks to give
3 GOATs on the beat, boy, you know that it’s overkill
They wanna bite me, it’s something like Holyfield
Oh my God, try

different pages like I don't know who the fuck you is
Fuck wrong with the bihhh must be special ed
I don't give a fuck you gave me special head
Oooh the sex

Intro
What do you see when you look into my eyes
You call me your Brody, yo family, yo friend
You say Love one! 
But I’m not amused by your words

and I stab ya spinal testing me like I'm in the finals just
Happen to get his mind blown like the Kennedy speech
I know kind of fucked up but this is my

it, bought a glock so I could take myself 
Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta 
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster 
OG's

i drown
I be dancing with the work
They know ama break it down
Am the king of selling dubs
I think i deserve a crown
I seen more fiends than

getting costly
Jimmy send a beat he know that's getting coffin'ed
Ain't no chef alive that could teach this sauce yea
Don't be acting around me
I'm Mclovin'

every time
That the beat drop
Too much drip I might need a mop
Keep a stick by the door when
I'm in the trap spot
Opp gettin' popped on the back block

bitch she naked tell the hoe come pose
How I do this shit like Michael Jackson surgeries
No one knows
These niggas was dropping and my shit was still

know I survive off tips.
And by tips I mean the end of your dicks. Laughs.

I nearly lost my self again but now I'm found.
I'm the one stop whore house

I'm threading my future
Amphetamines focus, I'm dreading your future
Study, just know this, I work to be GOAT-ed
My anger in check, but I still can be

Intro
Fettuccine:
Hey everybody 
I don’t know if you’ve heard of us 
We are the seven deadly kittens 
We’re about to spit some bars 
You can decide

out a rut what's up 
Can you give me a minute to kick it i'm in it
Your lights gonna dim it  
Ed here to tell all the know alls 
Put head through

with the trio like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Keepin' the twins on my hip, Revy
I got the drip, I be flooding the levee
Chop in the trunk 'cause it's way too

Sippin' wine with lemonade
Watchin' venus in retrograde
Feelin' like special ed cause aye yo bro I got it made
Shit
My demons tell me do the damned thing
24

heat
But fuck struggle life, know I'm living good
How you getting money but you in the hood
Yea it's understood that you niggas average
While I

of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what

I went from