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knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels

What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm

against the wall
Know who I’m a call on call twenty four seven three sixty five and a leap year Reset
I might need another feature
Someone else I kno would

Sometimes my stress piles up so much about someone or something I feel like my chest is gonna explode
Bursting awake
It's 3:38
My alarm seven minutes

Closed hearts because my skin is dark
Suspended four times in half a year
Papa told me I'm a fuck up
Fuck you son, that's tough love
7 bucks and hour

I got the keys
Pull up, west side
Riding the vibe I'm so good with it
You got the eyes
Right by my side
Lil mamma so fine she so cute with it
She got

my emotions just by looking at my face
Ten plus ten that is the age but still no trophies on my shelf
By eleven years from now we still be screaming

feel lies, n**gas ain't realer than us
No Paul Pierce, you can't have my trust
I'm a psycho like Christian Bale was
LA and Stunna produced by Stardust

I've been locked up in a den 
Seal my pain up in a pen 
I'm in sixes and sevens 
But it doesn't add to ten 
You know you were heaven 
But, without you

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Fast forward 7 years later, she ran away from home
Sick of being ignored, plus she scared to speak up and make it known
Sick of the abuse she

7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION

Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays

to get my mind design distorted
At 6 or 7 sneaking liquor in my room escorted
By my cousin that was 6 or 17
& after several schemes, finally my first plane

and get drunk when the t-t-t-k 
And the stutter and putter and boom and the woofer hit
I'm CT, nigga CT, remember me I'm from the CLE
I did seven years like

a lesson
Tryna find a way to talk to you be havin me stressing
I go by Rod and I’m a Christian would you be my Blessing
I love my island girls and trinis

and the lock to the game
Everything that music is certainly missing
Can surely be given now found
In what's currently scripted
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songs makin' records break
2 and a half million sales by the second week
Motherfucker, you eat 'em up!

I'm twattin' ya now cuz I can't shoot you in

I'm Through with the second guessing a brotha through stressing
Over if I'm gonna make it man a nigga will make it
You can hear the determination

Wanted second chances i ain’t poised to luck,
Opposed to trust,
Carry on you ain’t roll with us,
This a whole different league,
No more bold and rust,
Cuz

naked in the storm 
Feelin like a Bond villain pickin up these Oddjobs
Tryna make a Money Penny is it worth the time lost?
When fuel rises by Double 0 7

bars
Heard Ghostface was here twista
Shout out to them: Legends
I go by the name of Cassidy though
Let's get to it

My flow been ill
I never took it

Happy Alone

Z-Ro

Meth

2011

look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten

pity but still love my city
And people poor like Edgar Alan while I rhyme like Edgar Alan
You couldn't fathom my grind since I was seven
Ain't no telling

a high
Close call last year
Rather be blind spilling liquor on accident
That's mean don't ask me that type of question high
I did it hell yes Linda
There's

to that sky-high mother
I'm back in Trastevere dancing the seven hills 
Cutting my brother's neck grabbing the dollar bills
The day the cowboy cried