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English lit but I was doing truancy
Gold zip drip she's in love with the Louis V
She keeps on saying I hope you're not using me
Babe I'm legit I'm not

To the place where all beautiful romances are born
So, baby open the bottle I wanna pour it all
And with the lyrics I'll be rapping with a mellow accent
It's all

to carry just make sure before you bust it you think of yo family tree

Verse 2:
Yeah,
Black on my skin I'm black as the night sky
Black boy go hard, 
Love

phone unless i'm writing lyrics
And i ain't prayin up to god unless i'm fucking sinning
Ugh bitch, i'll grip a fuckin chop
I'll make a sequel out

shocked
But only because you knew All along
You heard the lyrics before I ever
Wrote the song
Saw the rain before the clouds had formed
And washed me ashore

pain
So I sit down and I think about my lyrics and I write
Sometimes I just be jokin' and sometimes I wanna fight
Thank you, ma, for leavin' me alone

weak
It's in my God I seek 'cause
That's the time He'll be strong
Hillsong for the worship
Lord, I came to You a broken vessel
Back when I would work

the sound like this?
I’ve been working on every single lyric I’ve been spitting
Get the black timbs on with the long T on hand me the mic and just give me

interference
I spit it the clearest
To make sure all these people gone hear it
It’s deeper than Lyrics
I’m trynna stuff these racks in Amiri’s
I hope that she

and mornin star ay
Circle so small i'm talkin to myself (To myself)
Ya'll ain't spit a single lyric that I felt (That I felt)
Word on da street, you ain't

You're a game to me
You're weak
I ain't never stoppin' until I'm complete
You'll see
That you can bet it on me
Yeah always had a love for it
Ever since I

own lyrics
I'm all in it again and again and again
My one you a ten thousand ten out of ten
And when it's just me and you, really nothing to discuss
I'm

been coming
c story of old, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm writing these lyrics
I'm making this music for all of my niggas
Out there still struggling, [fake ones be

know I'm gonna regret some of these lyrics
But I promise to you imma be honest and to make you feel it
I said it gon hurt
Don't take it to lightly
I know

you get zero clicks on it.
They just don't get the lyrics.
So I won't bet on tickets.
Sold Out Appearance's,
How it's supposed to go
But that seems

Would of fucked your bitch but she ain't even make me hard
Nightmare on Elm Street but we come from fucking Boulevard
You talking all this shit like

just like my heart rate
I see double, cold blooded, give you dark days
I'm fuckin' sick of tellin' you shit, tellin' you shit
I’ll make you learn

it feels
To lose a love that makes you question if this life is even real
Make you open up a heart that always swore it was sealed
And wouldn't leave

my lyrics had them in a huff and puff
Smoking on a faggot, make you puff with a cough
I had them all feeling blue just like Damien Duff
I know a lot

of you
Never gave it a fucking thought

Yeah i got some basic ass lyrics
But i promise one day
Y'all gonna cheer it
You'll hear my words
And the bass

the lyrics I'm spitting got into your temple
And you realize that love is amazing, though some of the time it be fickle
Church

sustained
They all quick to speaking, but Their actions
Are in vain The people changing, But God remains the
Same are you not entertained By These lyrics, I

the truth
Fuck your kids, fuck your mom, and your stepdad too
No more roast. You're a boring ass bitch
So I ran out of some lyrics till I hit this stitch. So

that this could happen just from playing with
Some strings
Onto bigger better things You know I had to spread my wings
Writing lyrics that i sing to give