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Just my fate, just my karma, just my fucking luck
Another nigga caught in the fucking SWAT truck
I might bash down the door if I beat loud enough
I

with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

Running outta ink, I still goin' write
Raising the damn bar of musical excellence
Rappers sound illiterate, while I express eloquence
My album is

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

Who is it
Leave it on the door step and get the hell out of here
What money?
As a matter of fact, how much do I owe ya?
Too bad Acey ain't in charge

of Norothin
Fucking metalheads have come to your inn to spend good time
Liters of golden dwarf handicraft shall flow down our throats
I'll give you our album if

You Already Lost

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Your power is already fading & I’m never

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

hopped out the car and Frank saw me
In a parking lot in his Ferrari
He opened the door and the leather was looking Godly
Real talk could've cost a mill
He

I grew up in a council flat next door to the National Front
It wasn't 'til I was six years old, I realised they were racist cunts
The more they read,

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again 
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I

so I can rock dawg
Remember kicking down doors we ain't knock dawg
I just dropped a album now they shocked dawg
Young nigga hell raising cause I keep

So done with these whores 
Quantis open doors 
Like hot water opens pores 
Cold 
Like me 
Give me goose bumps and nose bleeds 
I can't even see cause

Fuck around and drop another album, that's a 3 peat
But maybe I should take some time and make you niggas miss me
Would you miss me?
Or draw a line in

really wanna do it anymore
Staying up late nights, sleeping on the floor
By choice, with friends
They be helping out a little bit, I'm hospitable with it

tried to manifest that never found a host
Losin count of all the doors in path that were closed

Lucid Livin
I been trippin, got me sippin
Never saved no

the old folks home
Twelve hour ride to the same four albums
Brand new whip but the same old outcome
Same old songs in the young man head
On repeat, get

you man?
What's up with you man?
Man I'm doin' good

Dropped a freestyle and an album boy I'm back a fat nigga runnin' laps around
Other rappers might

admire
Long as I'm bowing to the Lord, know that He gon' take me higher
And I ain't quitting til this album going platinum
And I'm sitting with Ellen

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

I grew up in a council flat next door to the National Front
It wasn't 'til I was six years old, I realised they were racist cunts
The more they read,

whipped me by that willow tree
I used to be worry free; now that isn't me
Reality is somethin' I have trouble holdin' on to
Maybe it's 'cause I have nobody

drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped