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of my fans call me by my government 
Do they still count if they call me my government?
Pass me the mic in the cypher, I light it on fire
Should probably

that Nic at Nite
Something slight
Y'all can't dodge fire
Wrist froze but the boy can't stop time
Whip the 89 chevy classic with the brake line saggin

heart, it's like a fucking rifle
She lit a fire, her eyes are way too beautiful
But I'm alone again, I'm used to it, I will get by, I know

I'm just gonna

who would write this
Woah
Till I'm on your playlist Imma kill an album later
But man still I gotta make it like I'm Tyler The Creator
I'm a monster

the sign of bein' independent
Been savin' up for long for this album
Went through alot 
You see them boys behind my back (Lingpa)
We grindin' hard like it's

always miss behavin/ settin shit on fire where I skated/ n waited/ for bitches to stand me up who I tried dated/ it was anticipated/ I would always fucken

Returned on this album, promised y'all I would
I was like I should, and I could
We out here in the woods
Tracks for days, racks for days, I'm in

In that pussy deep, put that shit to sleep, R.I.P.
I'm not feeling you if you not digging me, fuck you mean
I could hit 'em both, I could hit

And then give her my sweater
Do we got a problem like "Pardon" or "Part my apologies"
I'm tried by the fire that's pottery
Part of the prophecy
Shout out

Yo yo, Gifted Youngstaz, Fro
Gifted Youngstaz with the A-F-R-O spittin' abundance
For my Latino and black poetry
The potency be the woe is me odyssey

can be
Now you can see what's apart of me
Born to abolish, departing from grief
Look at the skies, we spread the disease
Raining down fire, I'm caught

Effort stripped of all meaning
Whatever, I'll own my sins
And make sure they are many

Graveyard smoke, it must be nine
Blaze with dead to feel alive

of y'all fake being woke look around
I mean, Can't you tell these murders are
For certain a way to control us all for
A supposed greater purpose?
This

occupied by
Whole world wide, industry ocean, floatin
No castaway saw us, no bottles of messages
Fuckin potions! watch out im explodingggg
Oh fuck, the mast

And he told them
"No, really, the theater is on fire. You are all in terrible peril."
And the more he told them that, the funnier they thought it was

on the track for the new song
Album twenty-two can blow up all the year long
College girls can't make me sad
I'm fine by myself, it's not bad
Party up until

I've been needing is Camels and needles
I rap and I'm litto
You're eating Doritos with Minions on TV
My mirages are clearly bigger than yours
Fuck with

rap better than Lil Pump
And I get a million dollars like Donald Trump
I'm so lit I'm on fire, make you ignited
I've got the hots for you, you make me

it on the beat play it back and it's fire
For my debut needed something divine
I'm a virtuoso
Look it up, by definition then I guess so
Track's about

My name is cugust J. Keys, I got that synesthetic aesthetic; My bars are always ready to introduce a new rhetoric; My etiquette is something you've

But only you
My only fear is God
So don't consider it as odd
This fire that you're seeing in my eyes
Ain't a façade
Cause when you see me
I'm outside

album in a pan
It’s going be fire, so make sure you don’t get too close
Or you going burn into ashes like I’m making me some toast
All the time you hear

Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

rhyming,
She don’t like the violence,
She don’t like u shinin,
She don’t like all these diamonds,
Fine,
I find that fine bitches are fines,
For flyin when