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ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken ‐

exploding

I am surrounded
by the words I have written
the pages, the letters and losses
I am nothing but the photos in the albums
of those I have left

I used to make music by myself
But I asked him to sing for me
Thought he would juste help me shine
But this bastard took the spotlight
Feels like I'm

Mostly but I can mostly ghostly
And I know mostly ghost me but that's not a problem
If I had a problem with this shit
I would make an album
I drop it on'em

yesterday by ya self Tryna show love
Poker face and I'm calling Bluff you just went against a Royal Flush
So smooth debonair on the Swivel and I'm hard

Sky-high Sky-high Sky-high Sky-high "SHWEEW"
I miss missing you, yeah I'm missin' you, baby " I MISS"
Show no love to the niggas to these niggas who them

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

like I'm alone
What u chattin
I don't get it
Shit I'm on own
I can't get wit what you get wit

Aye
I'm on some rich shit
Don't care who I offend I need

weather
I remember driving four hours just to see ya
For like two
Rapped a whole album on the whole way here
About you
But I guess I forgot every lyric

I'll keep on drinking all this shit until I die
Maybe it's the only way I get to talk to God
But who knows
Fuck it all
I might tell you when I arrive

Tricked by my heart with a bluff,
I wish I had one I could trust,
My head and heart rarely cooperate
It felt so good thinking I was in love,
I was

harnessed, get the carpet now i'm coming with my hand on the MAC
Part Time Artist, being modest thats a fact

They ain't knowing who i am, i'm about to teach

the prophecy
The policy
Championship rings and wallabies
What you doing not hip hop to me
It’s just a monstrosity of comedy
Honestly I heard ya whole album and I

how strong is my yearning
To be following the one true God
He who saw we were good, although we live so flawed
Man it's so amazing that we're saved by

rhythm
Should not make up the whole thing
It's time to create a better album
One that doesn't take two years to make somehow

Throw in a solo somewhere

Will we ever truly know
What else is out there
And who is watching
And waiting
For us to ascend
You never really know
Until you find out yourself
I

rhythm
Should not make up the whole thing
It's time to create a better album
One that doesn't take two years to make somehow

Throw in a solo somewhere

revenge
The metrics
The slander
By legacy standards
I look to be helpless
And stranded
They've taken advantage
I've taken my damage
Just wait till my album

that made the difference between hits and album flops
And being the toughest act follow
Watch that black boy fly like Arron Afflalo
The apollo's just

already
Know what I'm about
I hate groupies, Yes men
And niggas who chase clout like fake fans
Y'all opinion of me doesn't count
If I'm Christ you niggas is

Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some

hated to see me progress
Bet my new album make
Interscope wanna reinvest (woo)
Yeah, you see I'm back talking arrogant
My brother got a problem with

only found by the ones who look
So don't let perfection keep away the good
Self-worth is not the same as your outcomes
If I thought that, y'all would

timeless just like blockbuster
Yours on the other hand is quite lackluster
Your voice is shaky, breaking up like Queen
Getting shown up by me and I'm only 17