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and lives destroyed
This life is nothing but a blur
But nothing less than a blessing in disguise from beyond the skies
But like many, I am deceived by my own

lines in my head
Bun dat I'll freestyle it instead
Ahhhh there's so much on my Mind this is dead
Got to college saw the girl I need Closure with
Went over

education was
And profit that you made them
Nothing's what they said it was
Bring on the reparations
The truth is convoluted
By the powers that diffuse it

BTL nigga
Big steppers
Look
Aye
The same ones y'all complain about
The same ones y'all be rocking with (Okay)
I keep to myself I be quiet about my

hope I get above mine 

Don't need no empathy, no sympathy no one to envy me
I'm on my jordan year, why don't I feel like the MVP?
My head space is

hope you go and trip 
See you next fall
I'd pick you up
But that's not really my call
Not really my fault
You're not being what you wanna be called
Sound

a mess
So fresh, I cleaned up my rhymes, the way I dressed
Dealers invested, my words are all weapons
Float over rivers that you wept in, made no

Pemberton now
Four bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get this shit out of my stereo
DIALATED YOU VIOLATED
Now you bout

figured that must been
Somebody who was watchin' the
Vehicle I was drivin' that
Was pretty close by

Yeah, if it's war, we gon' fight
My shooters

music ain't nothing
But the therapy that you need
And when that therapy is over yep
You need somebody to lay with
Changing fluid that the world would hate

you gave a thought

- To where you at, how you doin man?, better check your head before my pulse knocks you down like James Brown

(chorus)

- This is

thoughts no well wishing/
I'm in my prime I'm in my early 30's/
In the head I'm 730 like 7 curry's/
You'll be effin buried with my Mic cuz the weapons dirty/

out what my truth is
Questioning myself should I do this
Putting everything in the music
Overthinking makes me wanna lose it
I look the mirror, then I

be ok

Fuck them nonbelievers and bottom feeders
They gotta see us, used to feel that way
But I'm over it now I swallow liters
Of liquor loving my life

they was locked by the Fed's
I told them shit was  going good but somethings wrong with my head
Depressed about what take your young  ass to bed
You know

crazy
He mad cus still can't get rid of my ass
Pull up and I tell him park in the back
He mesmerized by the arch in my back
He captivated to be in my

of Pewdiepie and lots of RedTube
Eventually a moment came when he was in his mom's room
She said we're going over to your Oma's we're leaving soon
20 minutes

comin' back, booked again
Brayah weak, she can't rap, double-take, look again
Movin' like a secretary, stackin' all my paper
Mama did it by herself, so

of you I'll do it with my right hand
See I've been known for how different I do this shit
Full of soul how my lyrics and my music is
Full assault you'll

to buy it
Hide out on an island, got gold and diamonds hidden gem
On a quest for a chest, that's eagle claw, my chief with his head dressed 
Pictured east

The words that I jotare more than just emergences
From in my head I'm certain it'sa cry of hope through worthlessness
Feel how the balance-is shifted so

nobody else listed
Don't get caught up how I was brought up
A grave of me you'll never visit
I just mind my business, occupied by slavery

The music's my

Let me talk my shit (go head brother)
We run the city (what else) 
We run state (what else)
We run the country (what else) 
we run the world nigga

to go
Make a few moves then a couple mo, all for my folks
All for the love, all for the music, NO
All the above
All I really want to do is stop y'all from