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we continue to march. Blessed is the mind that’s confused by the heart, if not careful that shit could just tear you apart. Where do you start?

thru shit everyday
I'm getting better with time
Put my heart into this music
I'm conducting these rhymes
Going hard feel like I'm loosing
And I'm

of em so that goes for you too
And by that I mean the haters who are still gon give me views 

Thanks guys for supporting that’s lit 
And to the haters in

us
Music that has no heart
Songs about making money
And setting yourself apart
And there's who people embrace it 
I guess they want to get a little

music is a sedative
That I share with thee
They gon' try to switch the narrative
Still I dare to dream
Yes indeed
I am blessed to be of my pedigree
This

sense
But that shit is too smart
Haters still call my songs trash
And I take that to heart

Trapped in the middle 
Always feeling like Malcom
I use to do

you say
"Shit, just wait man. Okay?"
I've just give in to being lost
It's a toss up
Whether I cause
Loud applause
What's it cost
To make a song

due time
I Got my day 1 through my music and rhyme
When dealing with people I'm used to the lying
Who took all they knowledge and used it for crime
Why

Who would've thought
We'd be here my dawg
Taking no days off
Just to polish the flaws
Now we put out songs
And we get em in awe
Though they think we

I ain't even going to lie , it's like 3:50 in the morning and I'm still making songs and shit
To be honest at this point it's not even done I'm just

Yeh
Fell in love
Heart flutters like a dove
Warm light feeling
Amazing Is what it was
Shits getting crazy
Crazy what we've become
Got me thinking

the people who stuck by my side
They gon' be surprised I'm pushin' my limits
Poppa the king and I'm up on the rise
You look at my eyes they suddenly timid

want to find mine I know I wasn't planning time
My heart is like a land mine and I already planned time

For when they try to stand by
My name isn't Mary

a next drive 

Poco man say me skill like specialists child 

Cause me have a heart way come from e terrorist tribe 

Anointed by Abba me God way nuh

Yo, this is Supreme Ali, and this is SP (SP)
And we are PG
And this next song is uh
Real near and dear to my heart bro
You know what I'm sayin' cause

sight
Bryson Tiller finna Right all my Wrongs
Spitting heat Making bangers all These songs
Sisqo baby Lemme see them Thongs
Like Drake this Music my

Or eternal suffering
Maybe don't make decisions when you high
I done learned that the hard way
I keep pumping out music
I just do what my heart says
I'm just

This is the story of a lil sadgirl
Who made somethin outta nothin in a sadworld
Her papi mowed lawns just enuff to get by
It's ok my lil mija he

the perfect piece of art
The music to my Mozart
Like a red turtle shell
I'm following you Mario Kart
This ain't a diss track
It's a heart attack
From the mind

my own
I'm the only writing credit you see on these songs 
Making music for the sinner who's righting their wrongs 
And every fucking day it feels like

you took damaged the cloth 
Now you walk around looking like a sloth
So you hit the studio every single day
Get your music out now your song on replay

rolling through the currents
Feel like Lugia
When I hear my song it gives me Strength
That's the sound of success good Music and great dank
Fuck a fake

negative shit
You'll be missed by everyone 
You always knew how to have fun, you was lit
I can't even front you was dope as fuck
You was a Taurus stubborn

stop on the day that I drop
But like Pac I plan to have more to top
This music, my heart and soul, I'll defend in whole
Without any of this, I'd feel