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to me
Y'all glorify rappers and look at their albums like bibles, but he ain't no god to me
Eyeballs and god frauds are what drive me, they help the car

Fake it, tell a lie, then it's bye to a guy
That's my ally, make 'em go bye-bye like it's a drive-by
Like it's a Sci-Fi movie scene, we let the sparks

gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you

of my life passing by with no rhyme or reason behind why I don't try
But if I'm gonna be the best dead or alive then I'll find out a way to escape

surrounded by doubt
Got a beast inside a cage and he wants to get out, yeah
Lit and Comp'll get it, I know
Razzle Dazzle on my flow
Time is ticking till I blow

and a long ass drive, word
Keep it moving and keep improving at the same time
People love me but hate me on the same rhyme
Damn, that's just how I feel man
I

in me
Can't get by with the looks
So i gotta dive into some books
Lotta music now a days
Just words on a page and a catchy hook
Passion drives me not

brauchst auf der Bühne einen Monitor mit Fließtext
Was kann ich dafür das du immer noch so mies rappst
Ich mach bei deiner Fam. ein Drive By und schieß Tecs

I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it

school pro (Yo)
Because I write rhymes and I don't need a ghost (Uhh)
Because I'm offline, no facebook post
I still gotta drive down the path that I chose

Feels like I'm stuck inside a maze
But there's no dead ends just graves
I come from dead ends surrounded by graves
Some of those graves are my mates

with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,

the strap
Yeah, I might burn ya
Don't be blinded by the lights
Yeah, that might burn ya
I double up on the price
For the right burner
I double up on the price

my red rover Told that  
Bitch to come over Locomotive with the drive local motives to get high  
Local homies they just tryna get by, I’m tryna get

on Mike Jack, James Brown, Cheryl Lynn
Lane switch on the turnpike, headed for the bridge
The music and the drive always makes me reminisce
Takes me back

No Mistakes

Classified

Boy-Cott-In the Industry

I got props and pissed on

I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never

ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your

know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go

My faith's the forefront of my career
I put it in drive, now I'm in gear
I used to be ruled by fear
Now I'm wise above my years
I've been through too

The range in hip hop is crazy 
Really gets to me lately 
They Lil Yatchy 
I'm lil shotty by how you gauge it
Damn 
Same story 
I just flip through

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

On the thought 
Of me 
Rolling up to the bank
In the car you used to drive before you stopped paying your bills 
Temptin dont 
Gotta reign supreme 
Cause life is

competition I'd grab a hold of my belt
I spit a bar like I'm Kendrick then hold a note like Adele
So why not treat the top like homecoming and go by myself
I

chances,.. take shots at Cards,.. Let me hop up in this car,.. I gotta drive to mars,. and i gotta show there, so we gotta ride tomorrow, where my dogs!!...