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INTRO 
Bro am troubled, I swear am troubled guy
I remember those days when I go tie rapper for my neck dey jump from one chair to another 
That time

sleep I only eat (Yuh)
You can tell by the way that I rap (Yuh)
You can tell by my weight that's no cap (Yuh)
I just be chilling while all you be

Yeah, The Only Nigga Still Rapping What He Lives Like 
I Deliver These Flows Like c Mid Wife 
Mid Life Crisis 
Still Making Music That's Timeless,

(Demorne Warren verse 1)

Be safe, avoid trouble that’s avoidable

I’m a work in progress no question I got more to do

I shut down my ego tell it

brown eyes
Its no surprise you can find me here gravel road and an ice cold beer
Turn the music up roll them windows down gotta fatty rolled up so we

listen to my music
And I'm fucking so low
This time in a show down
Everybody knows i am a motherfucking break down yo
Keep it to the bass and the change

suck me like a freak
Got that water sittin between her legs she need to pee pee pee
And my parter he won't serve a gram he sell it by the Z
You gonna pay

You don’t know me,you don’t know my story,
Ain’t nobody can judge me,only God is my jury
Grateful for them lonely nights,the lessons that it taught

the grid , a nigga gone off the map
cscended from the trap, by now y'all figure that
I turned pieces and pounds to a budget for rap
Thotty bitches begging

gonna die?
Baby sometimes I don't feel alive,
It's the darkness that I keep and I hide,
The devil's games got me preoccupied,
Depriving all my pride,
I'm

Crazy thing isn't it how time is the biggest worry 
We're subconsciously trapped by the hands on our wrists controlling 
I'm talking about the clocks that

the plays
They gon' run it by me
Catch me runnin up a check
But I just call it Nike
In the bay they hyphy
In LA they can tell
I'm from the north
I treat this

Lately, I've been testing my luck and I write something
Hoping that you hear it and then you can go blossom
A quarter of my life that I'm leaving behind

I'm the realest on the scene
Starched down limo zine
Making money moves
This music don't stop
Chip on my shoulder
Yeah I'm getting older
My flow gets

that’s distortion
A drunk judge, that’s law enforcement
Sentencing, its so disproportion
And we still doing road again
We still, we still following

one of those times, I thought it was the last time

One day you will rot
With that, I'm leaving and I'm taking the kids!
I want you out of the house by

a real one baby 

Wavy 
We Wavy

Me and Chef the new Shwayze
Im easy to spot like a daisy
Smoking on AZ
Step in the building we leaving it hazy
Thats not

working
Everything I been achieving y'all should
Know that I deserve it
Anything beside the music really feel
Like it's a burden
So don't hit me less you

of this music
Ride with rhythm of the wave that save
Waking people up so vibe get raised

The vibration is rising hatred and negativity is on the decline

suckas want to play catastrophic. More than just a mimic, very well known to the
Public. Influenced by music, metaphysically materialistic. Content with

not called luck
They call it blessings
Counting them up by every second
See me in the church flexing
When I die know I'll make it to heaven
This life I

things
Money and money
I'm about to do music non stop
Only hoping that it puts me on top
This rapping is not a coffee shop
It's either you sleep or you

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of us are aliens by accident or fate  
Most of us are searching for someone to lift the weight
To play for us the music that til' now we've never heard