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awards, that's not what I look towards
I don't want a reward for any song I record
I ain't gotta look back to know that I'm movin' forward
I ain't tryna

vibrations not your phone now
Can you hear it, and this aint no ringtone sound

This the type of song to get you hyped up at the shows now
Middle fingers up

don't even have to write this song, 'cause I live rent free in the fool's head

I wish that you could see what I see when I look at you all, if I were you

Lying to my face?
I'll do it back
I'm the song writer
But grant me respect
I got roped into this shit
I could've spoke up
You just spat in my face

a snap-chat clip
Half this pricks don't know what we been tru
Stash got lost food got dashed boys in blue
Back like we never left I spit
Crack like a bit

said
And now he's feeling beef with a nigga that think he's from New York
This nigga don't even know I'm trying to get a half a mil
And I've been in this

coming so I’m moving out the way
Smoke a blunt then brush my teeth that’s how I always start the day
Time is flying by I cant believe I finished school in

tight so
Fill it up, got CDs in the trunk
We getting mad love, we go wherever we want
I know they'll trip once they hear me play this song
I'm bumping

playing FIFA my Latina, Angelina
Colombiana come from Medellín
And all she cares about is weed and sex
Half the time we ain't even speaking
But if I ain't

the things that boring people do to kill their time

Wasn’t this for life
They did the thing that boring people do to kill their time

Kicked at two and a half

ahead like five steps as I climb why 
Try to defy time you refuse to watch me no Timex
I say fuck this like I define sex
No R Kelly but I'm pissed

asking
Who is this the way I spit
Can tell it's everlasting
A bunch of concrete hooks
And in between
Swiftly stuff some jabs in
Yea that leaves heads

shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my

I been acting like a Schizo
I love you baby girl
No i want to cut this bitch throat
Sike I’m just playing
No I’m really fucking cereal
Invite OJ

is a Kobe
Yeah I got style by the O-Z
Bitch I'm a mac, but I'm low-key
If they say my song crack, then I O.D.
And you can run it back, on both feet

I love"
You?
Half of this shit was a freestyle
You know what?
We gonna have to spin it back for another verse, hold on
Ay
You guys might not fuck with

Til brains hang from the songs I sang
Watch me break it down like a picture
I strike nerves
I throw curve rhymes like a pitcher
If love won't find ya

Every day for the
Way he made me
(Made me)

I thank the Lord
For the way
He saved me
Yeah,Yeah,Yeah

(Yea i do)

And half of these
Songs sometimes
Don't

Hangnail

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

teeth sometimes it takes an act of God
But I always get it off if it takes off half my bod
So check out all your fingers if you got one out of luck
Then

I remember camping in Green Valley Campground 
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard 
And I fell in

mad
Oh yes you guessed but not by by choice
Ursula came and stole half of my voice
Don't you act deaf see I still bring the noise
See my flow 5'11" but

Spending my time with somebody else 
She's not even half of you but I don't even wanna sleep at home if you're not there 
Been months still can't

eyes 
To my kids 
And to my sins me alone go carry that shit 
But I put half on these songs I don't break 
Fast but it'll come like the morning always

3 of her couldn't equal 1 of you.
This song goes to Joan, 
That's the name of my mother,
She's a Joan of arc, she led her family to victory and was