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on the mic 
I'm something like St. Nick 
They're like, "yeah, he got presence, in his bag, and plus I bet he slay" 
Yeah I'm in my Louie wit it 
Too

breathe knowing everything
About us you've erased
After all the moments we shared
All the great heights we chased
It's not fair that I'm alone in a world

You'd blush at each keystroke xo,
Without' getting one look at the other side guy
His pics might be fake
This type of shit happens every day.
I'm no rock

in a soup line
Said he's too black, too strong, ain't done nothing yet
Waiting on the fifth for his government relief check
Humming and bumming, most

they wouldn't let us in
Couldn't catch a break
Tell me how much aggression it's gonna take? still feel humbled by it
I'm hearing it out it's news every

game when he first learned to cook up
Changed his whole lane kinda like he moved the rook up
Flow take a lot of space, got the place booked up

See it in

two jobs, outgrew odds, they facts
Went to the university of call it you ain't jack
In my mind I'm finding room to be
Focused on my character not

I've been tellin' my honors about to die
I've seen defeat in my demons a buncha times
Said he believed in freedom of being alive
As he gave all his

Hey what's up? You've reached the mailbox of Victor. I'm not in right now but you can leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I listen

flex in the spirit
Got arni lookin tiny in his prime Aye
Man I'm so radical
Can't stop won't stop thats actual
Fire burning thats supernatural
Rightious

can trust in His name
'Cause His burden is easy
And He's perfect in His ways
You can run to the Father
There's no reason to wait
'Cause His arms

Yeah
But don't cry no
At the wasted years that flown by
You've still got time
Though dollars ain't worth
A damn dime
I'm putting down a land line
Hoping

you’re comin for my blood with knives and syringes
It sounds nice to listen, but it’s not nice to live in
I need to change this image, I’m sick of the way

back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back

Messiah
The rapture of the church is immediately
Just before his wrath is pored in release
When the cups of iniquity are full and complete
Infiltrated by

your arms
I believed 'dreams can come true', and I'll protect us all from harm
This not so ordinary hair, has brought me closer to you
Now we're

Are you Not Spazz
Or Mr. Not Spazz4president (both)
Fingerprints don't exist
Fuck is leaving evidence (stupid)
Bench press yo gang
Two arms be my

to let me out I'm not afraid to drown I'm, only glad I get to witness this
You take it when it's rough, baby bend that
I can taste the sweetest honey when

understand you don’t have a reason to listen to me,
“He’s just a boy!”, that’s what they say, but I’m not stupid
So this the song that will be sung by all

the sharks
Did I take it far?
I was in the car cruising
Did I lose it and didn't notice?
So now
True colours shown out
A painting I'm not so proud of
I don't

yea 

Ring The Alarm Streer Sweeper Knock Off His Arm
My necklace Done Came With A Charm 
Crazy Nate Run Down Yo Block 
& Bhrazy Gone Bust Like A Bomb

gotta it in
Not afraid of man
Put our trust into the great I am following his plan
Preaching Jesus saves
We like Moses freeing slaves
Only one way to be

you think
When a soldier's got ink on his arm
Trust no one
I cause when I think of the things
That are only seen by a few
Hot sauce, chimmy-chink when I

of Valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
Roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by