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by the lake or by the head of a tombstone
Highly medicated, highly underrated, this 9-5 work, so unappreciated
Step it up, we'll all see who

outmatched by the weak
Step up get smacked up
Knock you right down when you try to get back up
Give me some space better back up
My team? Can't attack us
It

a culdesac
Yeah it's true
I ignored her text
Really busy i'mma call her back
All this music ain't make itself
Steady with the flow
Pace myself
Feeling like my

GNO (Guys Night Out)

Gawvi

Panorama

2018

cannot hate on my bruhs, yeah
Ay, ay, ay
Hey that's trippy and we know
Oh oh oh oh
Me and my bros we takin' over
Yeah I'm chillin' with my soldiers

preached
Writing down inches and pinches of words to demonstrate the feelings I have reached
Sorry if I twitch when you're streaming my music and you start

think about that s**t (Revenge is sweet)
Don't let that line go over your head, I might just sing about that s**t (Crack, crack, crack)
I had her fiending

and doubt
And only comes out around fam
See, I'm just a man, I bleed and it's red
Been tryin' to quiet the voice in my head
Too weak to repeat all

the motions
I'm making my own
And I'm filling my flow with emotion
I soar and look over the ocean
And only come down
When I know I'm supposed to be
Taking you

invading my privacy just to get on a show
Well i'm choking out his wife with shower curtains and her own clothes
Hoes
Bend over and touch your toes
I'm gunna

like red yoshi wit the red shell
Goin head to head wit Loki imprisoned in a dead cell
Time to check my mail, wipe my sweat, stretch my tail
Cuz bein

forreal?
Why the fuck would you try my gang? Drive by aim
That nigga walkin' we ride by lames
Boy I'mma find where your grandma stay
Play no games but we

all this shit? 
Fuck school but finished cause I'm lit, 
Dodged college debt,  Man I feel enriched. 

Ain't much left around dawg 
All my hero's let

off
People say I'm hard as Hennessy
And you soda soft
Man I'm talking to my enemies
And I'm sorta saw
But I treat my music like it's a craft
You

night
I look up 2 my mama 
Strong black woman on her own
Work 2/3 jobs we was home on our own
Food on da table roof over our head
My mama played da daddy

off the floor
But those days are over I went gold and hit hard
Get my licking on lock meanwhile I'm scanning the yard
I told y'all when I'm done eatin'

Had to run it up all on my own (My own)
Know it's fake I can tell by the tone
Bitch get outta way I'm in zone
Yeah, I been working you left me alone
You

It's only ever seven seconds from my mind
So don't think me right unkind
But you're gonna have to try and do loads better than this
Or else how do you

before
Thought I’d make some real music ‘fore i head back out the door
Had to quit my old job stocking racks at the store
Y’all just try to shut me out but

tested tonight
Bust you up over the head with this mic
I don't like violence but I wanna fight
I don't like violence but I do tonight
Jump in the pit

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe

used as firewood

[Pre-Chorus]
YEAH!

[Chorus]
I was a child when I was angered by the beast
Ever since then my anger’s just increased
My anger has never

I'm doing all my crimes anonymous
I got a VPN i could pull up to the club
I'm underage but they gon' let me in
We gon' have to bring the choppa out

I'll kinda bounce back and forth between in my head
Uh, like what 'butterflies running the line' looks like
What does that mean
And that's for you

shifts, when my mic's lit, petabytes and zettabytes of better lines spit
And my sidekick's Greta Van Fleet, get a mic grip, when I stampede
Get in line,