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of imagination,
Like its my lyrical tradition.
I'm in a labyrinth of thoughts, a complicated mind?
Doin' drive-bys on instrumentals, leavin' tracks behind,
OCD in

money and I, I'll send you more
To keep my mind in a state of elation
Hold for ransom, the heart of a nation

Sometimes the good lord
Comes as a Man

(okay)
My gun go speak in tongue (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Street life no be for you
Na the drugs dey spoil you
Aje your mum dey call you
Go home before

floors
Cause there's more to life than passing life by
Door Dashing cashing out lives
Crashing at inns asking God why
Why? Why?

Growing up I wore boxers

that trap, I'm in here cooling
Got this bitch up in the trap
She gave her jaw, she damn near drooling
This lil' hoe runnin' circles around my head

head?
is it that i have lost my self or is it solace?
and why in the middle of it all i want an escape
or should i just strangle myself with a shoe lace?

the dispenser
The only humming in my head
Is "You won't make it, young"
"You won't make it, kid" no
I can make it, take it back!

I feel that the whole world is

bye 
Better take them by the bullhorn
Now manifesto
Go stack up the pesos 
Place we live them out no longer just sleep

These guns and roses
No hocus

know if they taking you next
At first it's funny and it's all in your head
Until you can't move or you can't take a breath
And then you get greeted by

made it yet
How they treat me like I'm some celebrity
I ain't even famous yet
I don't wear my flag in none my pockets
It hang around my neck
You gotta

the pills trynna blick sum down
They know im the king of this shit making hits back to back
Needa gon head gimme my crown
Im finna po up a sprite in a bottle

lazy
Vibrations slowing down, got me going kinda crazy
Maybe it's because I'm still in the Lou
But can I blame a city cuz my physical is blue?
Then they

Always in some type of trouble
Thats what happen when you think the block love you
Your own niggas scheming setting up plots on you
These voices in my head

shoulder
Battling my angel
Yo life in danger
Murdered by a stranger
So I keep that banger
Golden triangle
It's hard but its fair
Bee clear bee aware
Demons

the price of tryna live righteous in this world of crabs
So I'm constantly living my life inside of boarded glass
I was praying,  my head up to sky
Know he

call on my phone just know I dey by your side
I keep rolling on these blunts I feel my body's on fire
I don't fight, I just kill give me what the fuck is

sent
Y'all be gone in six secs, I'll forever live yes
Put ya fucking phone done, and lift ur little index
One time, for my people in the front
Those who

down
oh no!
oh no no no
let's go
I only drink tea for my sleep time
or maybe i could love you in the meantime
I don't know if i was out here by design
I

with a way
Yeah I’m so amazed
They won’t let me great
Wasn’t no hoes in my face
Before I was getting paid
Fuck yo minimum wage
My niggas want a raise

voice, or the scientists?
College professors, rich atheist or fallen pastors with lies on their lips?
Or the Holy Son with holes in His wrist?
My God
This

they'll leave you in gowns
Got my head in the sky and my feet on the ground
I got drum and it spittin' on rounds
Know me and shawty be goin' for rounds,

to stand
I reach I crawl I lay back down
I hear my voice call across this town
Remember how I kissed you

Remember how I kissed you the first night we met
I

they eyes
Cause It's the only satisfaction when they wanted to live first
Now they jumping off head first, cause it ain't reach
If you keep putting that

days like the last crusade
Floatin' on these oceans of life
In my one room ark
With hopes to make back by dark
I'm so Prichard but keep a slight grin