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Crazy how they switching up
When u getting rich enough
They were never original
Following the trends
Chasing the M's
Trust me you won't make it in the end

Verse
In the afterlife we were bored
cnd the radiance we ignored
We were walking side by side Nothing better on a lonely night For weeks to come

kill the track
They send a hearse for me
Gods timing like my wrist timing
It always clock me perfectly
My phone outta order if I don’t know ya
You cannot

track
Hanging by chains on arms and legs
Criatures sourrounding me 
In a huge pit of fire
Burning all my skin 

The Demons laughing at my face
For all

Treat her like I love her
I'm blinded by myself
And drowning in these covers and-
I know that you feel the pressure
Baby let's love baby
I tell her

Man I wish I didn't have to do this track
I wished you would be mine so I can have you back
Go back to the simpler times that we use to have
Texting

of them
Smooth criminal
Queen Nzingas of this Renaissance
Black excellence
Black feminine power felt by all men
These Queens never cower
You better chill

stab me in back
Had me lose track
Been tryna focus on letting the M's stack
Just chase your dream
Keep your head up
Get your bread up
Don't ever give up

Days and months go by
Seasons changed I lost track of time
While we remained the same
Vámonos lejos de aquí
Lejos sin fin
Te quiero sentir
Y ya me da

I’ve heard steel tracks hum 
As brothers leave one by one 
I’ve felt the setting sun 
Each time I’ve been left with none

I did it to myself 
I hid

Melting my face while I'm writing this track down
Standing sounding stupid while I pronounce myself as free now
I message myself to remind me I'm

On the way home, in the sunrise, nothing could unmake my mind,
But on the way back to the right track all confidence was lost again
Not a stranger

flyin mach-a-million
Falcon Kickin it into high gear
Droppin enemy stocks by the billions
All they see is dust and my falcon rear

"If you can't handle

Handle mangle, you getting strangled
These hands go fast though
You getting tangled
I spaz on tracks, I'm feeling like Rambo
Yo fans gone smash, no

And follow in Deep
Always been alone, That's nothing new to Me
I asked her if she likes it Raw, She said Oui

Need to step out the feelings, And go with what's

Ty Lee
When I hit the scene
Ain't no one else is rapping like me
Now they got some sauce in
Here, the source of it, They cite me

Picking out the Glock

sky
Singing of the sorrows
Of these lonely roads
The pain it sees tonight

Keep on moving, don’t look back
Work for nothing, don’t keep track
Try

Hey Saints, where ya at?
No matter where you at, sing along with this track!
H3-M1
I want Alllll yalllll, to sing along

Sing Along, Sing Aloonnng

Feeling so feeling so empty inside
Feeling like feeling like my body's tryna die
Feeling time feeling my life go by
I don't I don't wanna flatline
I

have is
How do we dress it
How do we get all of the lettuce covered
Motherfucker
Book written and planned and never stop until we the best
Barely legal

Head feels like its made of concrete

I will die, if you wish

In this life
Nothing has made me
Feel alive
Except when I almost died

When they find my

Yeah
This is a Project Christ Record track
Produced by the one and only "Dansmko"
Enjoy the beat, enjoy the bass
Project Christ
When I think about it

phone
Too young to settle down
Too young to be so ready
I like simple pleasures
When I get home,
Give headie
Y'all rush into sex
You don't take nothing

AahhRaahh

My dude Booney Capers on di track
Ee-Hee!
OSA Man say handle that
(Yeah)
Deal with it shawty

Rraahh, Rraaahh, Rraahh-Rraahh-Rraahh!

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