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Yeah we planting these seeds
By any means necessary
Asking if they wanna hear me
Spam mail, they press decline
Happens all the time
If you ask me, I'm

Am I a saint? No ma'am, not hardly
Younger version of Steve Harvey
Said that because He ain't through with me yet
Wanna place that bet & lose that

it out just to be the best version of myself
Scribbling verses that are better than your album
Howling at the moon
Shouting
Been up for days

struggle with god 
Real rap every album a diary
The streets feel that whole hearted entirely 
Deep pain inside of me bleed out inspiring 
The world chills up

We've seen it all before
We'll see it all again 
And we'll say we're sorry

Move 

I once heard a short account that 
When it rains, it floods
But it took

Yeah
Alot of times we surrounded by enemies who disguise as friends you know
You know you niggas
We just didn't wanna tell it straight to your face

end...
With each grin
My sentiment
Sara left me empty in the rain
Feel I've died multiple times
I'm infinite
My past has made it's way to the light

me become a different person
Erased my identity and made a different version
Searching for religion cause I need a sense of purpose
But I don't wanna

By the door where the breeze coming in
Or moving with the sun spots
Life is the trip, I was waiting on that one stop
I leave the mall, see the scenes

That was the first track I heard by you at sixteen
It was frightening but somewhat inviting that one else could explain my rain without seeing what I've

all that
This is the brightest moment on the album
Vince VanGo made sure I had an anthem
I feel like Anderson paak. when he met his first wife in church

to complain
Mane this shit will drive a nigga insane
Ya feel me
I'm the underground version of Kanye
Been doing this shit since way back in the day
Before I

spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like

much pride, he gay
Hey, I hope it rains and never stops
Nobody knows, I'm a rat

And I get paid by the cops
Alright, that's it

You know what
I'ma just

version of me was sorta dangerous
If I take like half of the shit I say on my older tapes
And try to place ‘em here today, I bet you I start losing ratings

Put dusse in the punch,
Inebriated af so ion feel it that much,
My heart crushed,
This is the chronicles of cpt. Crunch;
She was running me ragged,

my life 
By trick or treat 
My album drops in your sack
I speak freely 
Fuck all these dumb broad
Whorey females creepin on my shit
Can’t call me

version
A bird or a plane
Nah mate, it's a catfish game
I wanna sit in a 4 by 4 watching all that money rain
Ching
She wanna be on a call complaining cos

We've seen it all before
We'll see it all again 
And we'll say we're sorry

Move 

I once heard a short account that 
When it rains, it floods
But it took

keep trying my best to be
The best I can be
Maybe it's not only possible
But real
Your love made me want to be the best version of myself
For you and for

a friendlier version of me
I'mma take over while you lookin for hope
You'll be at the end of your rope
Word to ya sub, got my foot on ya throat
I'm on top, it's

Heaven sent, every breath, worth every sacrifice
You got to cherish each day, don't let it pass you by
I want to be here for graduations to the diapers

baptized in his name
While the rain quietly drips on that old stained couch
Outside the house that we sat by the shed
Sometimes I sit there and I get lost in

thoughts I mean specifically
Shadow in the scowl
Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words
Manic, An album by Caderade
Alright, let's get this thing