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rain bro
Fuck around and get your heart
Ripped out like Kano
This love's like a Shakespearean delirium
A failed fairytale theory
Written by barbarians

can't make me better I don't want you around
Take a breath and just be in the now
Turn of your phone, experience life
I promise you can get through all

How will you save face, when you want to pop
Don't duck you fate, It may take a lot but
Plan your goals don't let the engine stop
Just to see them

sow their cheeks shit hold it in
I step in the place there's limited space so you better make some room
I'll step to your face if any you haters wanna

Uh not by the hair on my chiney chin chin
Oh that ain't love you don't want me to win
That's life I'm cool I'm gone with the wind
This goddess told me

the 100th time
Stay on your grind
Stay on your grind
For my dawg that trapping
Stuck in traffic stay on your grind
To my dawgs that spend it
My dawgs that

Somebody stepped inside your soul
Somebody stepped inside your soul
Little by little they robbed and stole
‘Till someone else was in control
I give

Pressure
That's why it's hard for me
But I can never get passed it by making sob stories
And hearing someone else talk about it's beyond boring
I'm

with waste sow their cheeks shit hold it in
I step in the place there's limited space so you better make some room
I'll step to your face if any you

Sober Thoughts

Young M.A.

Herstory in the Making

2019

part of a blessin'
Y'all all belong on the cover of Essence
No hard feelings, no love lost
No bad blood, your love is a bad drug
But better to have

with no dreams
I'm tired of barely getting by
I'm tired of watching everybody out here getting fly, where is mines?
I'm tired of dropping hits, and never

ain't got the Midas but the trouble touch (it turns to shit)
If I blow up then the bubble bust (pop)
I love too hard no subtle lust (nah)
So when I get

what's going on,
It's like your joe when you're hearing this song
You're asking who are you again?
Just shut your mouth and listen up
Yeah I keep the bag

labels signing 
Pop the trunk
Everybody under tables crying
It's a war going on between the real and the fake 
Which side you on 
I can tell by who still

to a party to fill my cup then leave
Aye what about the cola
Diet no calories for ya
Love so much imma take a photo
Maybe a beverage to promo
Any pop Man might

to some gunfire
Hey Sabrina, hold your head up
Another nigga got killed by his so-called nigga
This shit messed up, it's time to fess up
And realize that we

family
'Cause the only thing thicker than blood is real love
His pops was a real thug
But never with malicious intent
Just doing shit for his pockets

said go hit the streets
By tha end of the night better bring me back 3
She want a new purse I tell her go work it
Cause she ain't gon sit there and get

It's just a road move on a bigger level
We think we are mountains
But we're just pebbles
Better yet? pop a little champagne
But people in the
South

tired
By the time you was thirteen
I had hurt dreams
I use to skip over my pain
Like at least my momma
Not a fiend
But I lost my dad when I was five

like thirty
I'm the reason you niggas be worried
Put holes in your body no jersey
Give a fuck bout the time we pop out off the early
He was lacking right

side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch (yeah)
I ain't

finna fight
Aiming with the scope best believe that I gotta sight
When we meet up better know yeah it's on sight yeah
Keep me in the dirt
I was left

tooth get your face blowed off
By a 30 ot 6 from a nerdy white kid
From the stix I ain't really finna take no loss
Don't be trippin if I'm slippin in