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been ethereal
Music' where I find a better healing outcome
I could best sell a novel
Rather write an album
The cats out the bag and it
Hopped in

I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see

never seen someone edit kid; Im hella bent on chasing my dreams; don't need no melatonin Ive been sleepin on all of you fake cats; I don't need no glock

hoe and bada bing she ghost ya
Oh no! Did I fuck your bae again
You call me the Spuillotine, took that fucking maidenhead
Lady spread and laid in bed,

chill
My momma said you
Better treat her right
I said I will
But I didn't
I rather spend my time
In a rented
With homies that were listening
When I said

Got by myself whatchu thank
Okay
Come outta pocket for things
Fasho
Feeling so broke in exchange
Uh huh
Might get some fan I can bang
Uh huh
And words

a noose
Let me check the rules, hang tight
We'll poison the waters, put liquor stores on every corner
Open them bitches early in the morning and blow
Watch

motivated by the love
Create, it's what I do
My album of legacy pieces, people discover
I'm a fighter and a lover, die hard like Danny Glover
For anything I

traps
I'm giving a feast to hungry cats (with hats)
I'm running away to a cage in my room
I'll lock myself in, I'm not speaking to you
My brain is

If a nigga see me and he wanna blow better bust first for he bust back
I know lil niggas who be selling weed he got dime bags in his lunch pack
I'll

I was found in a white chapel
Playing chess with the Elephant Man
And delivered by a midwife
In the shell of a giant clam
My best friends were

Greg, I live in Kew
Where birds fly and the sky is blue
My roommate Kegel, overseas he flew
To talk to some labels about this album you’re listening

The wedding was shotgun
Act like I'm off one
Told you I'm not dumb
I backpacked verses cause the album was not done
Fat cats swervin' when I pass 'em in mach

Walking down the street
My stomach, crotch hurting
Feeling Like I gotta shit
Go to the Toilet
Realizing It's My Period yuh
Did i get stabbed in my pussy

Jabberwock me
I am marcher than the hare
Sniffin poison in the air
Gryffindor or Hufflepuff
Yeah, call me Lupin with the scruff
Murderin' and horcruxin', Why?

out
Yea

I was up 'til 3 in the morning itching
Been trynna get my lil fix in
I day time dream of that uh, uh
My shit gettin' held off
By thoughts

and she giving me (bad bitch)
These drugs make me lose composure
These drugs make me lose myself
Got some money did it by myself
Rewind that shit
Aye you

Came up from up from a E pill
Stack or starve in the streets
My new Mac I call it Apple
Every year that shit release
They say JD what you doing
In

to war
In the summertime, hammer time, turned into jammer time
Traded out pajama time, for sleeping in the slammer time
These cats live, like they got nine

money
10 Million downloads that's track money
If you good with them codes that's hack money
Making dough while you sleep cat knap money
Caught slipping by

Cats wanna get ya
It's the home of the strays 
cnd I'm punching in
Like we face to face 
Don't wanna take a hit
Like the shits laced 
cint gotta born

VERSE:
I wake up like What ima eat today? check my
TWITTER and IG, eyes is twitching, my visines in the kitchen
THEN i check my text, i be trippin

be telling lies if i said i never lie
Bitch it’s beddy-bye this shit is written by a different guy it’s not a christian guy
But he seeing shit up in

the gossip phase
If you're an opp then it's not your day

Rappers in a cocky place
I'm not the one to turn into hibachi steak
Lost his taste, now your